The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1902-12-28

cottage. Il was shown at once into thu
sitting room. where found him with his
wife. who sat sewing beside him. The
Old man rose and received me graciouslv.
BY his appearance was somewhat startled.
Instead Of IA grave reclise in scholastic
black. whom i expected TO see, found
an afable and lovable old man, dressed
In the toughest coat of blue with metal
buttons and checked trousers, more llxe
u New York farmer than an English poet
His nose was very large, his forehead a
lofty dome of thought and his long white
locks hung over his STOPPING shoulders;
his eyes presented a singular. half -closed
appearance. We entered 1T once into a
delightful conversation. He made manv
inquiries about Irving. Sigourney and
our other American authors. and spoke
with great vehemence in favor Of an in-
ternational copyright law" When tn,
young American took leave Wordsworth
gave him parting blessing, picked small
yellow flower and handed it TO him. Our
author says that he knows of but one other
living American who has ever visited
Wordsworth at Rydal Mount
Young Cuyler had spent a few minutes
with Charles Dickens in Philadelphia during
the latter's first visit TO the United States,
and took letter Of introduction to him
in London. Dickens was then living near
York Gate. Regents Park. Young Cuyler
found him in his sanctum, a singularly
shaped room. with statuettes of Sam Weller
and others Of his creations on the mantel-
piece. portrait of his beautiful vito
was upon the wall-tha. wife, the separa-
tion from " bnrn
shadow over his home. How handsome
he was then! With his deep, dark, l,,strous
eyes, that you saw yourself in. and the
merry mouth wreathed with laughter
and the luxuriant mass of dark hair that
he wore in sort OF stack over his lofty
forehead He had a slight lisp in his
pleasant voice, and ran on In rapid talk
for an hour, with shy reluctance to talk
about his own works. but with the most
experimenting vivacity ! have ever met
with in any man. His two daughters one
Of whom afterward married Wilkie Collins,
brother novelist. were then schoolgirls
Of and 10 years; they came in with books
in their hands to give their father a good.
morning kiss"
Soon after his arrival in London in 1919
our author sent note to Carlyle informing
him Of the enthusiastic admiration which
Princeton students felt for him and exc
pressing wish to call upon him. A reply
came promptly: you will be welcome
tomorrow at o'clock. the hour when l
become accessible in my garrett here
Our author found the -garret- to be a com.
Portable front room on the second floor Of
Carlyle's modest house in Chelsea 10
was well lined with books. and portrait Of
Oliver Cromwell hung behind the study
chair. Carlyle, we read. was seated AZ
his table with huge German volume open
before him. His greeting was very hearty,
but with comical look Of surprise he said,
in broad Scotch, You are a vera young
mon Carlyle went on To say -Your
Mr. Longfelow called to see me yesterday,
He is a man skilled In the tongues. Your
own name, I see. Is Dootch. The word
'Cuyler' means deliver. or one who digs
under ground You must be Dutchman'
Tho young VISOR replying that his anoes-
'o"s had tona ovo- from Hol! and a cou ,ls
of centuries before, An" laid Carlyle,
the Dootch are the bra Jest q ,opie Of
n o fern times. The Ord has been rnuin'
after t"a red rag of Frenchman. but he
was 10 ing TO William the Silent. When
PheeliI Of Spain sent his Duke Of Alva
to squebh those Dutchmen, they joost
squelched him like a rotten eRg-aye. they
did," Our author asked him why he didn't
visit America and told him that he had
observed Carlyle's name registered at
Ambeside on Lake Windermere Mae.
nee" said he. y never scrabble my nams
in public places" Young Cuyler explained
that it was on the hotel register that he had
seen Thomas Carlyle 1T was not mines
replied Carlyle. Il never travel, only
when ride on horse In the teeth Of the
wind to get out Of this smoky London. I
would like to see America. You may boast
Of your democracy. or any other cracy,
or any other kind q political roobish, but
the reason why your laboring folk are SO
happy is that you have a vast deal Of land
for very few people" His visitor recalls
that Carlyle was then in his prime. hale
and athletic. with a remarkably keen blue
eye. and stiiY. iron-gray hair brushed up
from a capacious forehead; and he had the
look OF sturdy country deacon dressed
up on a Sunday morning for church. He
was very carefully attired in new suit TINT
day for visiting, and as I rose to leave 10
said to me: I am going up into London
and I will walk wi ye.' We sailed out
and he strobe the pavement with long
strides like a ploughman.
Thirty years afterward DR.. Cuyler saw
Carlyle again. He was living in the same
old brick house. No. s Cheyne Row Chelsea,
but a marked change had come over tho
once hale, stalwart man. After we had
waited some time feeble. STOPPING figure
attired in a long blue flannel gown. moved
slowly into the room. His gray hair was
unkempt his blue eyes were still keen
and piercing and a bright hectic spot q
red appeared on each Of his hollow cheeks.
His hands were tremulous and his voice
deep and husky. After "A few personal in.
quiriee the old man launched out into Z
most extraordinary and characteristic ha-
rangue on the wretched degeneration of
these evil days" Carlyle was particu.
larly severe on Parliament. which he de.
scribed as -endless babblement and windy
same hurdy -gurdies. grinding OUT
liee and inanities." He said that the only
man he had ever heard in Parliament that
at all satisfied him was the Old Iron Dukei
He gat up and stammered away for fifteen
but tell yc, he was the only mon
In Parliament who gle us any credi,lD
portraiture Of the facts" IN looked UP
Mt the portrait Of Oliver Cromwell behind