Taz long-suffering British public have not heard the last of Carlyle yet. Br. Froude has just published that genial writer's reminiscences of his Irish journey in 1849, and the effect of this step is considered by the Adieneum not unlikely to prove in juncus to Carlyle's own reputation. His Teputation for what? For kindness, gen-tieness, amiability? 'OF all accounts of Treland that we ever seen," says the reviewer, "this is the hardest and the most ungenial. he attitude throughout is unsympathetic and contemptuous, and ally there are outbursts of the coarse st science."" There are few among those whose hospitality he enjoyed who will fect flattered at the manner in which the illustrious ogre speaks of t Overwhelmed with true Irish hospitality, has nothing but snarls and sneers for 1 entertainers. One is " foolish another dim Glasgow lady "—whatover that may mean; another "a really good, but also really stupid man and go on. The following paragraph may be supposed to embody the "sage's" opinion as to the of dealing with the Irish with his dirty feet on seat opposite, not sti ing them for me, who wanted to sit the One thing we're all agreed on,' said he, governed; Whig, Tory, Radical, i ill govern: T thought to myself, Yes, indeed govern yourself, Ho that would govern you Well, would probably surpris friewd,—laying a heavy horsewhip over that back of yours."
One vf the Carlyle's favourite ways of showing insolence was by affecting to forget a person's name, and speaking of him as Mr. Something.' Here is a courteous passage To Mr. So full purse, of wish house and grounds, 'a near ly; retired merel
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