d of a plate of toast and two small dishes of stewed fruit, which he offered us with the words, Perhaps ye can eat some of this.
I never eat these things myself.
The conversation was mostly a monologue.
Mr. Carlyle spoke with a strong Scotch accent, and his talk sounded to me like pages of his writings.
He had recently been annoyed by some movement tending to the disestablishment of the Scottish Church.
Apropos of this he said, That auld Kirk of Scotland!
To think that a man like Johnny Graham should be able to wipe it out with a flirt of his pen!
Charles Sumner was spoken of, and Mr. Carlyle said, Oh yes; Mr. Sumner was a vera dull man, but he did not offend people, and he got on in society here.
Carlyle's hair was dark, shaggy, and rather unkempt; his complexion was sallow, with a slight glow of red on the cheek; his eye was full of fire.
As we drove back to town, Mr. Mann expressed great disappointment with our visit.
He did not feel, he said, that we had seen the re