Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

'WOTTON REINFEED 76future were tumultuously mingled in his head tillsleep sank over him like an ambrosial cloud, andhid him within dreamy curtains from his cares.Next morning he was on the hills with "Williams.The rosy precincts of the House in the Wold wereout of sight, and the two were pretending to botanise.We say pretending, for neither of them was intenton the matter ; to Wotton, at least, the science ofbotany was uninteresting, indeed, unknown, or knownonly as a tedious beadroll of names.Williams, however,was a mineralogistman.also, and a pleasant, lively*The mountain air is pure,' said he, ' and thebrown hill-tops in their solitude are a pleasure to lookon. We shall go by cliff and tarn, and " interrogateNature " as well as any of them.Oh,' continued he,'does it not do your heart good to think of Nature beinginterrogated? To see some innocent little whipster,with a couple of crucibles, and pith-balls, and otherlike small gear, setting forth in such gaiety of spirit tocross-question Nature ? By heaven ! I think Naturemust be the queen of dolts if she don't bamboozle him !'The Book of Nature,' said Wotton, ' is writtenin such strange intertwisted characters, that youmay spell from among them a few words in anyalphabet, but to read the whole is for omnisciencealone.'other ;'So each walks by his own hornbook,' said the'and whatever contradicts the hornbook is no