Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-03-19
MORE ABOUT CARLYLE.
AN EVENING AT CRAIGENPUrToCK.

years ago. he was travelling In Dumrrle5Shlre
In company with W. J. Henderson, now prom
iDent Scotch artist who had enlarged and
colored q photograph OF Mrs. Carlyle In so
faithful manner that the grateful phiiosopher
called 1t brilliant and marvellous creation. y
and urged the painter TO visit him. The
Cragepputtock farmhouse had 'little twin
plot OF swaId and flowers in 'front.'" and ''green
grass and waving yellow grain around, but
"fs1ay behind and In front and around stretched
dismal lengths OF dreary, ueacherous morass,
sentinel the irish sea-" ''J F." describes the the
old mans personal appearance much as others
Rave, and notes that he was clothed 'llke a
douce scotch farmer, 10 long brown coat,
WIN large, fat, horn buttons gray tweed
pants, thick, black scarf tied carelessly round
The neck, and, when for a few minutes be
uotted rs round the farm, broad brimmed
felt hat They had what the Scotch call "a
lousy tea" His niece, "a plain, simple, sonsy
and lady like lass" served the tea. and Carlye's
brother was there, looking like him; the fea-
lures G the darme strange n 70 say being sort
lyle was Ia bright mood. "qunzing his niece
about her swe2thearts; specializing with his
brother about the harvest, and chatting With
Henderson and myself abogt literature and
art" tom Moore, Carlyle characterized as a
musical snuf-box, pretty enough, but and
then that Undesirable liftiOg OF the great
shaggy eyebrows and peculiar smile which ali
who knew him well viii recall. Capt. Marryat
be denounced in unsparing terms" OF George
Eliot, Carlyle spoke In terms OF warm, for him
the evening Carlyle repeated poem of Ener-
SOD, characterized LOngfellow az that good
man, and apropos OF Longfellow and Bryant
has not had time to sing it. Bryant might have
been poet,-he was only an editor. He ought
TO have died when he wrote sThanatopsiS' >"
This poem Carlyle recited aloud, with marked
JUNCTION and feeling,-tt was one of his favor
ties. For farewell to his young visitor, he sald
Read Goethe, boy, read Goethe
JAMES T. FIELDss FIRST MEETING.
Inere he stood, strange looking, iron-gray
haired man, his cheek curtously tinged with
red, like rosy apple, while the arctic frostS
were slowly setting on bis head. He was Ia
the middle OF declamatory sentence and ges-
t1culating vehementiy. In his half doubled-up
fist he held an unlighted cigar, and his strong
Scottish burr sounded oddly enough to my I'M
initiated ears. The entrance OF stranger
drew his attention, and when Mr.. Kenyon men,
toned my name and coupled With IL the an
nouncement that was young American, just
landed from the other side, Carlyle stopped
burst out with this explosive sentence: "And
so, young feller, you're from the great country
over the way yonder. are ye! And what news
do ye bring, lad? ! suppose ye're all going to
the devil over there. as usual? Glrd up your
loiDs TO hear Gods truth, young man. No
country can find eternal peace and comfort
the vote of the savior of mankind I've been
lately reading the life OF your mlgnty
George, by one Upham Of Salem, and
Ioor creature enough | find George to
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man. God help him-a good land surveyor and
measurer OF timber. but he had no faith and no
religion. You must have biography written
about him that Will take him DOWN several
pegs. Ay but he was poor stick enough, a
signboard sort O. teller, rest his soul. And what
kind OF stream IS the Con-cord?-dull and
sluggish. suppose. like the minds OF some of
your droWsy people that live upon 1t, They tell
me must come over and see America, and so /
would If could live In g. tub and be quiet; but
that would be humanity impossible. Oh, should
be unspeakably wretched over there among
your Niagara population! When | landed the
cry would go up: 10 here, and 10 there. is the
great man, and / should be bored to DEATH!
No. No! III hot undertake the portentous CON-
miegling. III stay at home and be happy, I'll
be content with little and try TO serve my
Maker" Mrs. Carlyle, most estimable and
attractive lady, seemed uneasy and half-trou.
bled at her husbands TRADE against America,
and frequently tried to soften his aspertty by a
kindly protest but he needed none OF her gen.
Tie femonstrances, out plunged on without soft
ening his sentences or covering up his disgust
for epublicanism.-T7te COngregattdnalist.
sUNDRY PERSONAL DIsLIKEs
1t Is related that when Carlyle and George
Eliot were once at Royal academy exhibit
ton at the same time, he refused 70 pe intro.
duced to her, saying, 81 prefer her books to
herself; they have character. she has none"
and kinder Judgment concerning her.
Carlyle could. never endure Miilais as a
painter, because he was the cause of Mr., Rus
dh's trouble with and separation from his wife,
whom Millais afterWard married.
Every one has heard his Characterization of
SwiIbuTne, after the first Poems and Ballads
came out-''He is like man sitting up TO his
neck In sewer. and adding TO it,
When that ford rhetor1cian Rev. George
Gillian, or Dundee, was lecturing about car
lyle all round the British Isles. he presented
himself at the Sage'S door in Cheyne walk
Chelsea Carlyle answered the ben. "Who are
you?" he said, in a grun, abrupt way he had
with strangers for he TOOK most strangers who
called upon him without an Introduction for
am George G1lflllan," was the reply, land I
have been lectuTing ABOUT you through the
impertinence-good morning. 1t is added that
GiltillaD old not go much as name Carlyle Tor
many day after, but that common friends
subsequently brought the TWO together.
he was stTenuouSly opposed to the ATTEMPT
OF his friend Dean Stanley TO put up a mon
ument 10 the late Prince Louis Napoleon ia
Westminster abbey, and 1t is said that this
INCIDENT confirmed Carlyle in his dislike to
being buried In the abbey. There must be a
general Jail delivery OF scoundrels now living
there before any honest mans bones can rest
say.
HIS RATING OF GOETHE
l heard capital story OF Carlyle at dinner
party In Berlin, siiencing the cant about
Goetbe's want OF religion by one OF his char
acteIistic sarcasns. For some time he sat
quiet. but not patient. while certain pietists
were throwing up their eyes, and regretting
that genius. so godilke genius. should not
have more purely devoted himself to the ser
vice Of Christian truth, and Should have had so
little etc. Carlyle sat grim, ominously Silent
his hands impatiently twisting his napkin
u. I'll at last he broke silence and in his SLOW
emphatic way said: 'Mein Herren, did you
never hear the story OF that man who vililei
the sun because 1t would not light his c!rar?''
This bOmbshell completely silenGed the enefny's
IRE. / remember once, as We were walking
along Ptccadily, talking about the infamous
'Buchlein Won Goethe,' Carlyle stopped sud.
denly, and with his peculiar look and emphasis
said: Eyes, II is the wild cry OF arneZemept on
the part OF all spooneyS that the Titan was NOT
spooney 100. Here IS a goil.ke intellect and
yet you see he is not az idiot. Not in the least
aspooneJ .-LetceS' LIE OF Goethe.
HIS JUDGMENT OF MEN
HIS ShreWdneSS, especially In Judging of
character from small Indications, was extraor-
binary. He once denounced as a scoundreI a
man Of business who at the time was In the best
repute, and who shortly afterWard turned out
TO deserve all that had been said against HIM
How" he was asked, lid you find him out
Mr.. Carlyle?" "Oh," said he II saw rouge In
the twist OF The false hip OF him AS he went ont
az the door," He was once asked what he
thought or new acquaintance whom he had
seen for few minutes. IL should call him
WilloWy sort OF a man." The uuspeakable fe-
licity OF the epithet could De shown only by o.
UnWarrantaDle breach OF confidence. But all
these things We're but symptoms OF Something
else or lnf1hltely higher importance. All that he
SAID ard cid gave al impression OF truth and
power and courage which Will never ba for
gotten by those who were happy enough 20 re-
celTe it.-.N. James GUzettp.
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