Austen, nor
(later) the famous George Eliot. Give me People, Places, and Things,
which I don't and can't see; Antiquaries, Jeanie Deans, Dalgettys, etc. . . .
As to Thackeray's, they are terrible; I really look at them on the
shelf, and am half afraid to touch them. He, you know, could go deeper
into the Springs of Common Action than these Ladies: wonderful he is, but
not Delightful, which one thirsts for as one gets old and dry.
_To C. E. Norton_.
LITTLE GRANGE, WOODBRIDGE. _Jan._ 23/76.
MY DEAR SIR,
. . . I suppose you may see one of the Carlyle Medallions: and you can
judge better of the Likeness than I, who have not been to Chelsea, and
hardly out of Suffolk, these fifteen years and more. I dare say it is
like him: but his Profile is not his best phase. In two notes dictated
by him since that Business he has not adverted to it: I think he must be
a little ashamed of it, though it would not do to say so in return, I
suppose. And yet I think he might have declined the Honours of a Life of
'Heroism.' I have no doubt he would have played a Brave Man's Part if
called on; but, meanwhile, he has only sat pretty comfortably at Chelsea,
scolding all the world for not being Heroic, and not always very precise
in telling them how. He has, however, been so far heroic, as to be
always independent, whether of Wealth, Rank, and Coteries of all sorts:
nay, apt to fly in the face of some who courted him. I suppose he is
changed, or subdued, at eighty: but up to the last ten years he seemed to
me just the same as when I first knew him five and thirty years ago. What
a Fortune he might have made by showing himself about as a Lecturer, as
Thackeray and Dickens did; I don't mean they did it for Vanity: but to
make money: and that to spend generously. Carlyle did indeed lecture
near forty years ago before he was a Lion to be shown, and when he had
but few Readers. I heard his 'Heroes' which now seems to me one of his
best Books. He looked very handsome then, with his black hair, fine
Eyes, and a sort of crucified Expression.
I know of course (in Books) several of those you name in your Letter:
Longfellow, whom I may say I love, and so (I see) can't call him
_Mister_: and Emerson whom I admire, for I don't feel that I know the
Philosopher so well as the Poet: and Mr. Lowell's 'Among my Books' is
among mine. I also have always much liked, I think rather loved, O. W.
Holmes. I scarce know why I could never take to
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