A LITERARY LETTER
... London, June 17th, 1903. In the whole history of literature I know of no case more mournful than the opening up once again of the domestic affairs of Thomas Carlyle. Twenty years ago such a discussion was inevitable; Carlyle had died in a halo of sanctity, the feeling for him on the part of an enormous audience being one of wild enthusiasm. Only those of us who were very young at the time and ...