LETTER FROM MR CARLYLE. 485 



' There is for ever connected with the very title of 

 this Book the fact that, in writing it, the cordage of a 

 strong heart cracked in pieces ; that the ink of it is a 

 brave man's life-blood ! The Book itself, I already see, 

 is full of grave, manly talent, clearness, eloquence, 

 faithful conviction, inquiry, knowledge ; and will teach 

 me and others much in reading it : but that is already 

 an extrinsic fact, which will give it a double significance 

 to us all. For myself, a voice of friendly recognition 

 from such a man, coming to me thus out of the still 

 kingdoms, has something in it of religion ; and is strange 

 and solemn in these profane, empty times. 



' In common with everybody, I mourned over the 

 late tragic catastrophe ; the world's great loss, especially 

 your irreparable and ever-lamentable one : but as for 

 him, I confess there was always present, after the first 

 shock, the thought that at least he was out of bondage, 

 into freedom and rest. I perceived that, for such a 

 man there was no rest appointed except in the countries 

 where he now is ! 



' Dear Madam, what can we say ? The ways of 

 God are high and dark, and yet there is mercy hidden 

 in them. Surely, if we know anything, it is that " His 

 goodness endureth for ever." I will not insult your 

 grief by pretending to lighten it. You and your little 

 ones, yes, you have cause, as few have had, to mourn ; 

 but you have also such assuagements as not many have. 



' With respectful sympathy, with many true thanks 

 and regards, I remain, 



' Sincerely yours, 



'T. CARLYLE/ 



