quence, in Hunt's Autobiography, but the following is the
most interesting:--

"_Carlyle's Paramount Humanity_.--I believe that what Mr. Carlyle
loves better than his fault-finding, with all its eloquence, is the
face of any human creature that looks suffering, and loving, and
sincere; and I believe further, that if the fellow-creature were
suffering only, and neither loving nor sincere, but had come to a pass
of agony in this life which put him at the mercies of some good man
for some last help and consolation towards his grave, even at the risk
of loss to repute, and a sure amount of pain and vexation, that
man, if the groan reached him in its forlornness, would be Thomas
Carlyle."[A]

[Footnote A: "Autobiography of Leigh Hunt, with Reminiscences of
friends and Contemporaries." (Lond. 1850.)]

It was in "Leigh Hunt's Journal,"--a short-lived Weekly Miscellany
(1850--1851)--that Carlyle's sketch, entitled "Two Hundred and Fifty
Years Ago,"[A] first appeared.

[Footnote A: "Two Hundred and Fifty Years Ago. From a waste paper bag
of T. Carlyle." Reprinted in Carlyle's Miscellanies, Ed. 1857.]

It was during his residence at Craigenputtoch that "Sartor Resartus"
("The Tailor Done Over," the name of an old Scotch ballad) was
written, which, after being rejected by several publishers, finally
made its appearance in "Eraser's Magazine," 1833--34. The book, it
must be confessed, might well have puzzled the critical gentlemen--the
"book-tasters"--who decide for publishers what work to print among
those submitted in manuscript. It is a sort of philosophical romance,
in which the author undertakes to give, in the form of a review of a
German work on dress, and in a notice of the life of the writer, his
own opinions upon matters and things in general. The hero, Professor
Teufelsdroeckh ("Devil's Dirt"), seems to be intended for a portrait
of human nature as affected by the moral influence to which a
cultivated mind would be exposed by the transcendental philosophy of
Fichte. Mr. Carlyle works out his theory--the clothes philosophy--and
finds the world false and hollow, our institutions mere worn-out rags
or disguises, and that our only safety lies in flying from falsehood
to truth, and becoming in harmony with the "divine idea." There is
much fanciful, grotesque description in "Sartor," with deep thought
and beautiful imagery. "In this book," wrote John Sterling, "we always
feel that there is a mystic influence around us, b