Last words of Thomas Carlyle - Warburg Institute

"WOTTON EEINFRED 83are the contradictions of human nature, you shallmeet few better men than this same Burridge withthe basest creed ;jiist, fi-ank, true-hearted to a proverb,nay, as occasion offers, generous if not benevolent, hislife puts to shame many high-sounding jprofessors^and shows what metal there must be in Englishcharacter that can resist such calcination, and stillbe metal. Frank is a contradiction ; he piques youinto loving him.'*Maurice called him cousin,' said Wotton.'They are related, I believe, but chiefly by oldacquaintance, nay, on Frank's side, I might almostsay discipleship ; he reverences Maurice, asks hiscounsel, and in all domestic arrangements walks byhis light. Every summer he is here with his household;his son, the Hutchesonian philosopher, you sawlast night ; his lady and his nephew are expectedto-morrow ;they are on a visit in the neighbourhood,whither Frank would not attend them. You willmark his nephew, a fellow of some substance, for goodor evil, I know too little of him to say for which.''Is he a scholar too ? ''Oh, nowise,' said- the other ;* a man of actionthis, bred among drums, gunpowder, fire, tempest,and warfare ; he is a soldier, every inch a soldier, hasfought and stormed across the world, and is nowresting with his medals and his laurels and the rankof major, and fair prospects every way. He is heirapparent to our landlord, I believe, though Maurice