. New letters and memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle; annotated by Thomas Carlyle and ed. by Alexander Carlyle, with an introduction by Sir James Crichton-Browne ... with sixteen illustrations. nd to besure he was as white as a pockethandkerchief, but hemade no gasping and spluttering, as I found him doinglast year at the fovrth Lecture. By and by, when the ratehe was getting on at told me I might look with safety,he had recovered all that bonny red in his cheekswhich Miss Corson of Craigenputtock so highly admired;and having a very fine light from above shining do^^n onhim he really looked a sur
. New letters and memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle; annotated by Thomas Carlyle and ed. by Alexander Carlyle, with an introduction by Sir James Crichton-Browne ... with sixteen illustrations. nd to besure he was as white as a pockethandkerchief, but hemade no gasping and spluttering, as I found him doinglast year at the fovrth Lecture. By and by, when the ratehe was getting on at told me I might look with safety,he had recovered all that bonny red in his cheekswhich Miss Corson of Craigenputtock so highly admired;and having a very fine light from above shining do^^n onhim he really looked a surprisingly beautiful man. HisLecture was to my taste better than any he deliveredlast year in imj hearing (tho he himself thinks, forsooth,there was not enough of fre in it); and he delivered itvery gracefully; that is to say, without any air of thinkingabout his deliver)-, which is the best grace of any. I, ina measure, took up my bed and walked to hear him,—for I was hardly up after several days with tugging onwith influenza hke a fly among treacle, when the arrival ofa gentleman with a close-carriage to take me, was a temp-tation not to be resisted—and I just waited to send off. MISS JANE WELSH,From the Miniature,By K. Macleay, »^ Jane Welsh Carlyle 69 Him with my blessing, and then flung on my eloalv anddrove after him,—arriving at the door from opposite sidesin the very same instant with himself;—but I turned awaymy face and passed on without taking any notice, as thepheasants when they want to hide think it is enough tostick their heads into a hole. Beware, however, dear Jean,how you encourage that little morsel of yours to followthe trade of being a Genius—^it is a considerable risk—onewa/ and another—and for my part, if I had the power ofadministering it, I should advise it much as our goodDoctor used to do with his Senna,—^you had better giveit him—or perhaps you had better not. My Mother complains that you take no notice of her,and the only ne
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