Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-05
BETWEEN OURSELVES.

what you write. Proof of the revised order
is proof of your Christianity. 1t tries your
equanimity and tests your endurance. 1t is
nefarlous advantage over helplessness, for you
have no redress-at the time, or afterwards.
You may explain, but it is too late; for who
is interested in a post-mortem examination OF
your article, or essay, when you show the
wounds inflicted by the laundering 0printer,
and the envious Casca of proof-reader?
There was, however, such an unprincipled
recklessness of gratuitous mis-statement in
last Sundays screed, that in justice
to the memory of Mrs. Jane
Welsh Carlyle it must be revoked. The man
useript honestly stated that this interesting
woman was quite as memorable to a few peo-
pie for having had Edward Irving for her
tutor as for being the wife of Thomas Carlyle.
Straightway the miscreant at the ease, or
the correcting fiend of the proof faye, PROOF,
that's the irony of it), each in his character
istic spooniness, can fancy no relation worth
mentioning save "Ioper," and SO, without
any misgiyings, and with all the air of con-
ferring sweet distinction, they clap poor
Irving into the scene as "lover," when, per-
haps, at the time limited at he was scarcely
more in Haddington than the mathematical
master on the staff of the burgh school, re-
famous Professor of Natural Philosophy in
EdinbOro.
Whatever affection he entertained for his at
tractive and capable pupil was never pro-
claimed in any way to deserve such pro-
nounced title as the generous GLoRE fellows
gave him. Tutor he was then,-the most
vigilant, faithful and accomplished that young
man, or young woman ever had,-and to
this day kindly recollection of the nobiy
gifted and unfortunate Irving gives melan-
choly interest to the quaint Scottish town of
Haddington, where he first gave suflcing evil
dence of his quality,and where, too, he had for
pupil sweet Jane Welsh. daughter OF the
chief medical man of the town, who was a
descendant of John Knox, land perhaps Dragged
of his fanateal kinship.
In the old church Of the town called the
clamp of Lothian, 'from its beautiful, graceful
tower lovely Jane Welsh was to be COM
mamerate in the years to come by the other
Dumfriesshire fellow-one Thomas Carlyle, in
tombstone inscription-not so very unlike
Thomas Sapsea's, on a similarly mOurnful
occasion, in Edwin brood.
Commemorate, too, by "Reminiscences
which are wall of remorse in all that refers
to his lamented spouse, a mlelomge Of melan-
choly asides, amid tissue of malignant COM
ment on all the favored victims of his acquain-
lance. Perhaps IN the short compass OF a few
sentences, there could INST be given more hu-
initiating nor belittling bit of family history
than Francis Jeffrey's, his daughter and her
husbands, This Francis Jeffrey who had
practically befriended him in his neediest hour,
who had advised and suggested until the Ed
inburg Review had accepted his work and
paid him well for it.
IT'S an objectionable revelation of family's
history, which only its generous kindness and
hospitality had given Carlyle the means of
knowing, when he was poor and relatively OBJ
scure, and just taken on trust for his after
greatness by those worthy people, who never
dreamed of his publishing them in his own
good time, when his fame was in the zenith,
and Jeffrey's manly heart and helping hand
were past their service in the grave. Speaking
of the grave is a reminder that this grim an
nalist of Chelsea has modifying word to say
of Jeffrey's death, as if nothing in all his life
became him like the leaving it. 1t was at once
edifying and affecting, for he was conscious of
family.
There never was such an uprising of out
ragged survivors in wrathful protest
against the wrong done relatives
and connections in this volume
of Carlylean "reminiscences. A singular fact,
too, is that there is no absolute denial made
Of his assertions, but a vigorous rebuke of
the INSCRIPTIONS use of his favored observa-
tion of private life, and a most scathing de-
nunciation of his hypocrisy.
No one accuses him of downright lying.
It is the truth, with the utmost allowance to
be made for the dyspeptic and grabbed medium
through which he saw and Judged everything.
But the truth, in his way of putting it, hurt
worse than SANDER, which might be susceptible
of incredulity and refutation.
The most telling blow at Carlyle is dealt
Proctor, window of Barry Cornwall, who
finishes Mr.. Carlyle as Gambetta did Roche
fort by means of his own letters. They are
full Of gratitude fairly servile for favors done,
not alone by her husband, but by her mother,
Mrs. Basil Montagu.
The method of Gambetta applied to the case
OF Carlyle was very convincing and this veneer
able lady has done it neatly.
We read that when Monsieur Henri Roche
fort was virulently abusing Gambetta he took
NO notice of his assailant for long time, but
finally he struck back by causing some letters
to be published, which showed lrrefutably
that M. Rochefort owed him much, his life,
among other trifes; and by implication asked
Paris if this enemy of his, with all his acid
wit, was not bad hearted fellow? Sentiment
is everything in France, and the immediate
condemnation of Paris drove NJ. Rochefort
into such an ugly temper that he challenged
N. Reinach, Gambetta's private secretary, for
publishing his letters, to which came the
crushing reply that there could be no duel,
because there was no injury to repair. "If
your own letters dishonor you, how can help
that?''
This is exactly where Mrs. Anne Benson
Proctor, widow of Barry Cornwall, leaves
Thomas Carlyle, overthrown by his own let
tiers.
Who'd dream that he was such hypocrite,