Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1850-04-05
NOTES ON CARLYLE!S LAST
WORK.
BY WILLIAM gRoss) wAltAcs.

lean cousins! Their quantity of cotton,
dollars, industry, and resources, believe
10 be almost uuspeaSable; but CAN by
no means worship the like of these What
great human soul, what great thought,
what great noble thing that one could
worship OF loyalty admire, has yet been
produced there? None. The Amcri-
can cousins have yet done none of these
things" Page %.
Dear 'tSartor Rcsartus,' have you
heard of our dollars and industry only?
Did your idolater, the great Ralp Waldo
never teR you about our almost universal
Comnrcn School System, where hun
drcds of thousands of children are edu-
Gated free of cost? Are you aware that
ninety per cent of our population can
read, write, and :ypher?' that they sys-
tematically subscribe for, and read thou
sands of Literary and Scientific journals?
that an immense number of them are so
foolish as to make practices of poring
over the pure vcmacular' Of Thomas
Carlyle himself; that you have twenty
readers in America where you have one
in England? But, perhaps, you are too
transcendental 70 reverence the like of
these, viz: Common Schools and Literary
and Scientific Journals! Yet certainly
you cannot forget that we read the works
ofa man for whom the whole underdone
of Heroes and Hero Worship &C.,
evi"ces any thing buta want of seif-ap-
probation. 'Sartor Resartusp do not
let your Jol,n BuiGsm and hatred of De-
mocracy so blind you. Do relent, and
ease our agonized souls by admitting that
we have something at least better than
cotton and dollarsl You ask what great
human soul, what great thought, what
great noble thing that one could worship
or orloyalty admire, has been produced in
the United States. Worship AS a
general thing, we worship shat which no
continent produced, but which we believe
produced the continents Perhaps you
have heard of the person we mean, if not,
read so plain hook as one of the Evange
lists. admire. We have got into a
way here of aamiring George Washing
ton. Did you ever hear Of him? We
can answer for you--you have. In one
ofyour specimens ofthe English Ian
guage, you allude to him as oassa6le
kind of Hero! Newt strikes us that a
man, who, at any time before the year
1943, was the main Force in establishing
the independence of an oppressed people
and who abhorred the offer ola crown
over that people; a man who was never
known to tell a lie in his life; man
whose whole life moved like grand
march dedicated to morality and religion;
man who died amid the waiinps of his
nation; man whose name is at this mo-
ment household word with the oppres-
sed over the whole civilized earth-it
does strike us, that such a man was "a
great human SOUL and we believe that he
was an inhabitant of America. But Sar-
tor Kesartus's taste is rather for some
old churchman, who was always trying
to keep the world as tits, and swearing,
at every whip-stitch; 'By the eyes OF
God?-(See Past and Present by Thos.
Car-yle.)
'sartor Resartus's' admiration is ratl-
er for some Hero, who did the sublime
work of erecting in the Middle Ages q
Station Housc. where the poor devils Of
'u"nhioJ Oouiu OCCdoiOildlly IcCclFc
loafof bread and mug of beer from q
friar in orders grey and some other
round, oily man. of cowls.
What great thought has yet been
produced in the United States?' Such
simple men as Sir James Macintosh, Rob
ert Hall, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge
have regarded work entitled Edwards
OF the Wilp asa great thought. Jona.
than Edwards was an American. But
'Sartor Resartus' despises all Meta Phys
ics--except his own! And pensive 'Sar-
tor, did you ever hear of Henry Clay,
and the Cumberland Road, and Madame
de Staeps opinion ft',e American. states
man, who, when young man, startled
the soions of France with his fresh, back
woods genius? You seem to hate edi-
tors in general, or we would ask you to
look to man, on this side of the water,
whose genius, industry, honesty, and
world embracing benevolence, has made
an old VI mite coat nearly es formidable,
and far more beloved, than that gray
coat of which Chateaubriand soid ;fit