Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

WOTTON REINFRED 61in the actions of a Howard and a Cato ; in the stillexistence of all good men. Echoes of it come to usfrom the song of the poet ; the sky with its azure and itsrainbow and its beautiful vicissitudes of morn andeven shows it forth ; the earth also with her floodsand everlasting Alps, the ocean in its tempests and itscalms. It is an open secret, but we have no clear'Kantism Kantism ! ' cried several voices. 'German!mysticism ! mere human faculties cannot take itin.' Wotton looked at this singular exotic speakerhe was a man of sixty, yet still hale and fresh ; thingrey hair lay over a head of striking proportions ;the face was furrowed and overlined with traces oflong, deep, and subtle thought, of feeling rather finethan passionate, and this of pain as much as pleasurethere was especially a look of strange anxiety in theeyes ; a look at once of vehemence and fear : indeedthe whole man seemed labouring with some idea, whichhe longed vainly to impart, for which, while he soughtearnestly some outward form, he knew beforehandthat none would be found.'My good Dalbrook,' said Maurice (such was thelandlord's name), 'we are hard bested with these gainsayers.Do you mean that the sense of poetic beautyand moral obligation is the highest truth, and to beapprehended not by conviction but by persuasion, not'There is a truth of the market place,' continued''vision for it : woe to us if we have no vision at all !by culture of the head but of the heart ?;: