Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1885-05-02
with her that he might assure her he
had loved her all the time.

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That 10 by womans works and ways,
| he heard the nation chant his praise"
4 Carlyle in his aRemeniscensess q
his wife says aBy much the tenderesl
and heautifulest remeniscenee 10 me
out of those years, is that of the Lee.
ture times. The vifest welter of obi
GUS confusions, horrors and repugnan-
cies; to which meanwhile there was
cumpulsion absolute, and TO which
she was the one tradition Noble
loving soul not To be quenched in any
chaos that might come. Oh! her love
to me; her cheering, unaffected useful
practically OF help. Was not I rich
after all ?'
As her husbands fame and fortune
waxed, she was brought into intimate
association with the most learned and
most aristocratie people in Europe.
Her modest composure and ease and
grace OF manner was brilliat mirror
ture was beautifully revealed in her
present to Geothe's daughter. Carlyle
and the Poet had exchanged little
gifts from time to time. At one OF
these sendings she made for the Ger
man maiden violet velvet bonnet.
and trimmed it with the silver thistle,
of Scotland. Her letters to Mrs. DIR. |
Russell of Thornhill are quite the |
most delightful of their kind. Conf
dence breatbed in every line, along
with the bright, comic pictures OF |
their Kaleidoscope London life. The /
Carlyle's history to me, WAS her lncog-
nito visit to Haddington, her old home,
twenty-three years after she had quit
ted the place. What flood of mem
cries, what heavy heart and what
misty eyes she must have carried buck
with her. When she had reached the
George !. inn, she went over to the
window opening toward their old
home, and looked on the old, old
scene. She said 1T looked the old place
just as she had seen it ut Chilsea, in
her dreams-only more dreamlIke.
Hers was a strangely built up n1ture,
dwelling to itself through deepest /
affection. This bitterness was self
imposed, for just on the eige of the
Iuiet old town dwelt the Donaldson
amily, her goi-mother among them /
md they loved her as they did their
,wn. As she bent over her fathers :
crave that evening in the churchyard, 4
in9 found the inscription obliterated by C
rss,ss she gave vent to these sad words:
The place felt the very centre 0f
lernal silence-silence, and sadness .
world without end" She went into q
he church, and looked at their oil n
ew. The green cloth was become :.
Fhite with age, and she fancied she o
ould see her beautiful mother in her L
Id corner. The place with is sugges- al
ons and memories tortured her be
ond expression, yet she would have
o one share the ordeal She sou sht
,r nothing to soften the plinsul chan II
es in her old home. Silently resolv- o.
1 upon her strength estimated and o.
lst so it was DONE Edward Irving
nee said of her "A mixture of Wal "
ce and Knox. Tuere is Il Scotch ~
edigree for you.' Come of Wallace "
r born of Knox, there was combined tr
| her, a superiority OF wisdom and y,
)urage seldom met She was vic tn
m by choice, martyr of her own 81
i'll. But had she not walk ID so faith d;
lily by the side OF Thomas Carlyle, -
o cuch finished work as Frederick W
le Great, or "French Revolution" bl
ould live to their memory Peace I'll
the Hal iiingtnn Kirk. Peace ~ ~
Ie weary. strained nerves and tired. G.
spirit OF jane Welsh Car re
lie. a
ELIZABETH HOWELL HOLLOWAY. OF
Del Norte, Col. April 9Th, 1885. w. ~.