, 1890-08-28

tation. IL was n mite OF u thing,
with an archway through II occu-
pying Onc-third of the lower story.
At each side was n narrow oaken
door, and, nearer each end, tiny
window. In the second story,
another little window, above each
lower one, looked into the street;
aud over the center of the archway
were two still more diminutive
windows, side by side. II was a
double house OF the dwarf variety,
and the one at the north end, where
the strong-lunged sorners sang, was
the birthplace OF Thomas Carlyle.
COULDN'T FOoL THE DANES.
The believing had brought
mutch-capped yuidwives to various
windows and alley-entrances, at
safe distances. L loitered near
enough to hear them discuss the
matin-song Of the tramps as we'll as
the house and Its former occupants.
"They medina fash (trouble) their
sells tae sing there" croaked one old
dame with gentle swaying of her
head beiokening q relniniscential
vein of remark. "They mecht roar
theirself black 4 the face afore
they'll draw bluid frae that neep
(turnip)P'
"Oh, aye" crooned a still older
old woman, sits weel kent nae puir
body liver saw, syne or soon, the
recht side o. the Carly les sillerw
How Carlyle's old adorcrs would
have groaued To hear these his old
ncighbors go on! One hinted ut
their pride with, "They thocht their
sells nae sheep-shanksw Another of
their thrift with, "rhey nce'r sell'd
their hens on n rainy day" An
other Of miserliness with, "They gaze
their banes to me dogs" Another
of their austerity with, "They warna
guild to uecbor VII" And another
bent old body summed upwhat any
one will at once find to be the uni
versaI feeling in the testy little vii
lage with the crisp epitome, "rhey
were i'll to tholeW That Is, Ii was
hard To get along with the Carly les.
| 1t Is historic that others besides
these dim old souls, soule who lived
in the same houses with them,
iOunu IL Just tHaI way.
The tramps got nothing for their
oficrtory, and after few vicious
kicks at the door, departed, giving
me opportunity to reach the house
just rs the huge form and red, vein
Gus face OF Mrs. John Gourley, care
taker, appeared at the door. Shak-
ing IA fine bludgeon after the van
ishing Migrants she relieved her
Indignation with: "Hoots! It's a
weary day for auld Scotland whan
there's nae body pfend hoose like
this frae tina low English beggars!'
and then, In radiant expectancy OF
low English 'saxpences, bade me
enter.
There IL but one room below stairs.
In the upper story there is IA room
the same size as that on the first
floor. This Is retained as sort OF
showroom, and Is well enough
filed 10 be interesting with Carlyle
relics, including his famous coffee
pot in which he was wont to brew
his own coffee and his equally to-
bacco-cutter - handmaids of the
Cheyne Row, Chelsea, inspiration,
and inseparable companions of his
irascibllity and dyspepsia. Off this
little chamber and sitting-room, In
which is set a quaint old fireplace
IL little, long, low bedroom oveI
the archway; and in this Thomas
Carlyle was born. Altogether the
place Is uninviting, meager, hard
nustere. The father vino built il
Was godly, stubborn, irascible; flinty
AZ the Scotch granite in which he
| n q "a al m
to thole,n as the bent-bocked old
guidwile, who knew him, so'aptly
described the family. Disassociat
ing the man Thomas Carlyle from
the heroisin of his lofty work, you
can not come to one spot made
warm, tender and glowing for hi,
having been part of 1t; and the
DREARY OLD KIRK-YARD
where he lies, but a few steps from
where he was born, intensities tn,
feeling that something of the hui
man and the humane was lacking
or was denied, his whole line. Their,
does not seem to be one soul In al
the region where he was born anC
reared who recalls the family name
with loving kindness and respect.
10 be known as u pilgrim t'
the Carlyle home and toni
is to be regarded with suspicion an6
sneers, The very grave stone il
parsiinonious and shabby; the en-
closure unkempt; weeds and BRAN
bles crowd the spot closely; the lac
that unlDcks the gate snickers be-
hind you; and as l stood for u littl'
time leaning upon the iron railing
in contemplation of the lonely, neg
lected grave of this rare old warrior
in the field of letters, wondering
after all II any true greatness car
ever exist 50 far above the head,
and hearts of the lowly that they
are not reached, aided and enconi
passed by IL, u bevy of rosy-cheeked
rougish eyed Scotch lassies passed
and regarding lne with hilarious
scorn for overlooking the morits o.
Ecc.efechan itself tor dismal loiter
ing where the hearts of none her,
turned, one fair maiden applied TO ,
certain disciple of Carlyle such
sturdy words of badinage as NIGH
we'll bewilder the bravest pilgrim u
shrines in foreign lands.
AL EccLEPEcHAS.
Musing lone one sum mer morning.
liz an ancient Scottish kirk-yard
BY the grave of rare old Carlyle,
Reverent bowed and deep in dreaming
Suddenly there passed maiden;
Passei, but paused. Tnen smiling
quoth she:
"Theres no yon but stanes an brom
bles;
Muckle mair's in Ecolefechanl'