Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON EEINFEED 45* Picture ? ' said Wotton.*A gold locket with a miniature : an honest countrymanfound it among the mountains ; thought some ofour guests in their pleasure excursions might have lostit, so he brought it hither, but no one claimed it ; andthe thing is still here waiting for an owner. You shallsee it, sir.'The man left the apartment, and soon returnedwith the trinket in question. It was a pretty enoughpiece of work ; a little oval casket of chased gold orfiligrane, on a pink ribbon, which seemed once to havesuspended it over some fair bosom. It might havebeen dropped in riding. But what most surprisedour friends was, on opening the lid—for the lock hadbeen broken—to discover in the tiny picture whatreally seemed a decided resemblance to Wotton. Asa painting it was of little value ; neither the individualtints nor the general finish, though apparently greatpains had been taken with it, betrayed the hand of anartist ;yet the cast of our hero's features did appearto have been aimed at, nay, in some points accuratelyseized ; the dark gray eyes under their deep decidedbrows and high arched forehead, the well-proportionednose, the somewhat too shallow chin, the clustery darkauburn hair, were all more or less correctly Wotton's ;and about the lips there played a mingled half-painful,half-lofty expression of scorn, which in some passionatemoments was still more peculiarly his.Our travellers, it may well be supposed, scarce