Litchfield enquirer., 1881-07-07
WHOLE NO. 2S74

and Of all our holOWneSS and decelt, and want l of faith and godliness, is that we are rushing | on to ruin-all our English and American agi- | tations and democracies notwithstandiAa. 'T have no faith in these democracies, or in re- | publics at all. Things may last SO for fifty years, perhaps, not longer certaialy." 'K. 'tIs there no native energy in the Eng l fish race to prevent this ? Have we not men of-genlus to lead us in as great abundance as ever?" ....... | O. !" Yes, think we have as. many men of genius, as much talent; but that will not save us, as things 50. Oar talent is all directed to talking and writing, instead of doing" K. "And yet no hope for Engla ?" | e. "None for hundred years we have been going down-hil fast, losing faith and hope. What kind of boy is this that is to be our King of England next? The German race we have imported from the Continent has | been heavy, stupid race. Price Albert is an exception. He looks forward, think, and Is l preparing for what be foresees-that those boys of his will live in troublesome time; but
 he cannot say so, of course"
 There was a pause, and we talked after l wards of Ceylod and Buddhism. Sir Arthur
 Butler, one of his pupils, had told him the | Cingalese were incorrible liars. mentioned their belief in transmigration and it's effects. One man committed suicide to escape the pain of a toothache, another to get rid of whitlow, concluding, ''all over the East man seems more earnest in religion than ID the Vest"
 c. "True very true. The only great out burst we have had of true faith within the last two centuries in Europe was Meteddisul but, in our own time it is like the rest, hol- low and false-Ctterly untrue" K. s'l have ssen some, sir, that were as de- voted to their creed-some Methodists-as any devotees of the East"
 c. Exceptions. I heard one of the best of I them at Derby once. He had been joiner, 1 l believe, and he spoke earnestly. That man saw before him, in the other world, two states of existence-the one that in which he would be roasted everlastingy, the other that in which he would float everlastingly in bliss of some kind. SIt is of infinite importance to me-" said he, to himself, ''that should not loast erlastingly," and hence his speeches and his rantings, his violent sayings, and his Methodstical cant. But truly, anything more unworthy of an honest, noble soul, we could not easily find anywhere than that. It is the rankest hunkeyism, yet that is enthusiastic Methodism in these days"
 K. "Your hopes for literature centre in Germany, suppose for know you don't think much of our current literature in Eng. land ?"
 c. "Our current literature is like our cur rent hfe-made up of shams hypocrisies, commercials, deceits, lies 1 have a profound contempt for it. Leasing did great deal for Germany in showing them that their French models were no models at all, but falsitirS, and in preaching up Shakespeare to them; and, since his time, Germany has done more for literature than France and England a great deal more.
 "Our progress is in the wrong directi7n. We move with accelerated velocity dov .l- wards. AS to Germany, the only thing they do there now is in pathological way but do that we'll. They are meu of immense pa- tience, of wonderful splodding perseverance. They can clothe the dry bones of history and ancient literature for us in a perfectly nlarv'l- ous way telling us of the pots and pans the Greeks and Romans used, how they walked and yalked, and sat, and slept, and rose, aHd did 6ther things less noble.
 K.l.sYou laugh at our progress. Is there DO progress apparent n India and ill British Colonization--in the opening up of new coun- tres, peopling waste continents, and founding new empires 7"
 0. "A Gibeonitish sort of progress truly; all hewing of wood and drawing of water nothing nobler or better that can see. The United States were greater and nobler eco pie eighty years ago, when they were our col. onies, than they are now. though they had only three millions of people then, and thirty now. The whole of the thirty put together wouldn't make one Franklin or even Wasl- ington."
 K. 'Should we ever have heard of Wash, ington had it not been for the clrcumstanCts in which he was placed?"
 Miss Jewsbury came in at this mome:t. c. walked home with me. He spoke If preaching and preachers as we went.
 c. "If were preacher 1 would tell them one Sunday what to do, and then, when they came back next Sunday, 1 would ask them, Well, have you done that ? How much have you done of it2 Nonel Then go home and do it." I would remind once more, giving them little at time, but not step faster than 1 thought right. little at time. What conceivable use is there in going Ovef long rigmarole of the same thing, Sunday after Sunday. that they know well no one intends to practise, they themselves, perhaps, least of all. It is the silent, steady persey er- ing work that has been of use iu all ages, not the windy clamorous work, that can't go on unless people talk about it."
 told him of the Bishop of St. AsaDb go- ing into St. Marks School, and asking one of the boys there, "Who am l ?" "A bishop, my lord" said one youngster. They often see bishops tlIere "Who made me bish- opp" asked his lordship, solemnly. ''L I'd John Russell, my lord," said the urchin. The bishop said no more to them that day.
 c. laughed heartily at the anecdote, and left me laughing, as we shook hands near my door. f
 Thursday, goth March, 1S57.-Mrs. K. called on Mrs. C.. we found her invalided- furs and shawls and couch 80 arranged that q, ;n1o lad lO,,E ifo ble. Carlyle was out. Talked of her hLtle dog Nero. "He is extravagantly fond of me, but only very moderately of Carlyle. If 1 am away for little, and come in, he bounds and frisks, and is delighted. If c. is away, then he just yelps little when he returns, that's all. But he cannot expect otherwise. c. delights in torturing him, which he calls playing with him. He snaps the tongs at hid, and Nero does not like that. He once even tied an empty tin to his tail, and sent the poor dog scampering all over the house in great terror. It was cruel of him to do that absolutely cruel-and told him so 1 told him it was an amusement unfit for a philosopher degrading"
 And what then ?" asked.
 'sOh, he only laughed all the more at Nero and at me. But he did not do it again." continued Mrs. c.
 It was on this occasion she gave us some
 interesting details of her early life.
 '.My father was very anxious for a boy. He was disappointed that was born q girl. However, he brought me up as much as pos sible as boy. l was taught as Q bnY. When my mother demonstrated he would say, at eighteen will hand her over to you. aad you can teach her all girl ought to know. But Carlyle came, and it was forgotten. l did not know how to tack on a button. when got married, but could write Latin. When we gotmarried he took me to farm house far from the busy haunts of men. A strapping, red armed wench waited on us.. "It'is market day, to day." said she to me nne day, bohbing in an uncouth courtesy. II am going to market; what meat shall get ?" was reading at the time. "Oh, anything you like," was my reply. ''No, ma'am, nlt