I named him for Thomas--er--Thomas Carlyle
, the great author, you know--and Henry--er--er--Henry the Eight.
Most of her hearers knew little of Carlyle
or Emerson, or they might have remembered that the one said, "We are all poets when we read a poem well," and the other, "'T is the good reader makes the good book.
From their original inch or so of private handwriting they have spread and spread out across the world, and now whole generations of men find intellectual accommodation within them,--drinking fountains and other public institutions are erected upon them; yea, Carlyle
has become a Chelsea swimming-bath, and "Highland Mary" is sold for whiskey, while Mr.
The prophecy of Carlyle
had come true, when he said that "men cannot now be bound to men by brass collars; you will have to bind them by other far nobler and cunninger methods.
, and as I knew he could not do it, I would not believe that it could be done by Toby Dammit.
You open a book and try to read, but you find Shakespeare trite and commonplace, Dickens is dull and prosy, Thackeray a bore, and Carlyle
I tried other essayists, other critics, whom the machinist had in his library, but it was useless; neither Sidney Smith nor Thomas Carlyle
could console me; I sighed for more Macaulay and evermore Macaulay.
Her delight in Carlyle
was so well known that various good people would send her books that contained a page about him; she could place her finger on any passage wanted in the biography as promptly as though she were looking for some article in her own drawer, and given a date she was often able to tell you what they were doing in Cheyne Row that day.
The Sunday before, young Sandy MacNair had been in Carlyle
Browning, 1806- Charlotte Bronte, Carlyle
, with his natural taste for what is manly and daring in character, has suffered no heroic trait in his favorites to drop from his biographical and historical pictures.
There was a moment of piercing joy when Margaret said, "So YOU like Carlyle
," and then the door opened, and "Mr.