Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

;displays imbecility of will ;but preaches to you ;WOTTON REINFRED 81he does not talk with youhis thoughts are master of him,not he of them. Accordingly, with all his fine endowmentshe has effected little, scarcely even thefirst problem of philosophy, an independent living.Maurice loves and honours him, else matters would gohard.In fact, the man has an unspeakable aversionto pain in all shapes, and among the rest to labourthis, I take it, is the secret of his character. Withthe loftiest idea of what is to be done, he does andfeels that he can do nothing ;hence a dreary contradictionin his life, a constant self-reproach, and tohelp himself he only talks the more.In this way Iinterpret his exaggerated schemes of virtue, his mistygeneralities in science, the whole dreamy world wherehis mind so likes to live. Poor Dalbrook ! He wasmade to be a Brahman or a Gnostic, and he foundhimself an unappointed English scholar, and the taskof living would not prosper with him.of writing and teaching, and day afterMuch he talksday he readsall manner of supernatural metaphysics and the likebut what will it come to ? And yet it is a thousandpities, for there is finest gold in him if it could beparted from the dross.''How does his practice correspond with his stoicaltheories of vhtue and happiness ? ' inquhed Wotton.'Indifferently,' answered Williams; 'idleness is nopropitious soil for virtue, and, as we have seen, hecannot work.With all his generous humanity in theM