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showed us his miniature portrait of Cromwell, and


talked of the fine cast of him which Samuel Laurence
has. Carlyle says that it is evidently a man of that
Age, a man of power and of high soul, and in some
particulars so like the miniature, that artists don't
hesitate to call it Cromwell. Talked of our pro-
jected tour in Switzerland, where we said Barclay
was to go to grow fat. This he thinks exceedingly
unnecessary : " It's not a world for people to grow
fat in." Spoke of his first vision of the Sea, the
Solway Firth, when he was a little fellow eighteen
inches high : he remembers being terrified at it all,
and wondering what it was about, rolling in its
great waves ; he saw two black things, probably
boats, and thought they were the Tide of which he
had heard so much. But in the midst of his reverie
an old woman stripped him naked and plunged him
in, which completely cured him of his speculations.
If any one had but raised him six feet above the
surface, there might have been a chance of his get-
ting some general impression, but at the height of
eighteen inches he could find out little but that it
was wet. He asked about Yearly Meeting and the
question of dress. I told him that the Clothes-
Religion was still extant ; he rather defended it, as
symbolising many other things, though of course


agreeing on its poverty as a test. He said^ " I have
often wished I could get any people to join me in
dressing in a rational way. In the first place, I
would have nothing to do with a hat; I would kick
it into the Serpentine, and wear some kind of cap
or straw covering. Then, instead of these layers of
coats one over the other, I would have a light waist-
coat to lace behind, because buttoning would be diffi-
cult ; and over all a blouse " — ecce Thomas Carlyle !
*'My American acquaintance proceeded from
vegetable diet to vegetable dress, and could not in
conscience wear woollen or leather, so he goes about
Boston in a linen dress and wooden shoes, though
the ice stands there many feet against the houses.
I never could see much in him, but only an unutter-
able belief in himself, as if he alone were to bear
the weight of the Universe. So when he said to
London, with all its businesses and iniquities and
vast machinery of life, ' Be other than thou art ! '
he seemed quite surprised that it did not obey him."
I remarked on its being rather a tendency amongst
American thinkers to believe more intensely in Man
than in God ; he said, '^ Why, yes ; they seem to
think that Faith in Man is the right sort of Faith."
/une 4. — Called on the Owens, and their just-


arrived portrait of Cromwell. It was as of one
resting after a long hard figlit, and in the calmness
of his evening, recalling and judging some of its
stern incidents. The Carlyles had been to see it,
and spent a characteristic evening there ; he grum-
bling at all Institutions, but confessing himself con-
vinced by Owen's " Book on Fossils."

Geneva, June 15. — Called on M. Merle d'Aubigne,^
and were interested by his beautifully curved lips and
strong self-asserting look and manner. He gave some
insight into the present politico-theological state of
Lucerne. It had some idea of introducing the Jesuits
into its Canton, which all the other Cantons opposed
so vehemently that it immediately did introduce them
for the sake of asserting its rights ! This so affronted
the rest of Switzerland that it threatened to turn
Lucerne out of the Diet ; and on this delicate state
of things they are now debating and voting with
great vivacity.

Madame Janssen tells us that D'Aubigne has
lost a child just as he finished each volume of his
Reformation History, except the last, and then his
mother died ! Will he venture on a fifth ?

^ D'Aubigne (Jean Henri Merle), Church Historian and Theo-
logian; born at Geneva 1794, died 1S72.


Merle d'Aubigne is a tall, powerful-looking man,
with much delicacy of expression and some self-
consciousness, very shaggy overhanging eyebrows,
and two acute, deep-set, discriminating eyes. He
looks about fifty, and is a curious compound of J. J.
Gurney and Andrew Brandram.

/nil/ 13. — At Hattwyl we dined at the tablc-
d'hote, and had Merle d'Aubigne opposite us. He
was very gracious, and gladly received a promise of
a set of Anna Maria's illustrations of his works.
He spoke of the laborious interest of composing his
book, declaimed against Michelet's " Luther," as
making the Man ridiculous by the vivid and undue
narrative of his temptations.

/uIj/ 30. — Made the acquaintance of two Ameri-
can ladies, and was much pleased with them.
Mary Ashburnham, alias Fanny Appleton, was a
near neighbour and friend of theirs — a most beau-
tiful girl, whom thirty bold gentlemen sought to
win ! She came to Europe, and met Longfellow
in the Black Forest, and there transacted the scenes
described in " Hyperion." She returned to America,
and her father on his deathbed expressed his wish
that of all her suitors she should fix her choice on
Longfellow, as the person most worthy of her and


most able to sympathise with her feehngs. After
a Httle time she married him^ settled in the country
in poetic simpHcity^ and speaks of herself as the
happiest woman possible. My friends heard him
read his prize poem at the College so exquisitely,
that their orator, Everett, said he could hardly
endure to speak after him.

London, August 12. — Jacob Bell took us to Land-
seer's, who did not greatly take my fancy. Some
one said he was once a Dog himself, and I can
see a look of it. He has a somewhat arrogant
manner, a love of contradiction, and a despotic
judgment. He showed us the picture he has just
finished of the Queen and Prince Albert in their
fancy ball-dresses. He deeply admires the Queen's
intellect, which he thinks superior to any woman's
in Europe. Her memory is so very remarkable,
that he has heard her recall the exact words of
speeches made years before, which the speakers had
themselves forgotten. He has a charming sketch
of her on horseback before her marriage. His
little dogs went flying over sofas, chairs, and us —
brilliant little oddities of the Scotch terrier kind.
Count d'Orsay was with him when we came;
Landseer's ambition is to make a picture for the


next exhibition of Count d'Orsay and John Bell,
in the same frame as Young England and Old
England. Saw the Fighting Stags, the Belgian
Pony, and a capital sketch of his father done at
one sitting.

August 13. — Another sitting to Laurence. He
has given his portrait of Carlyle to Carlyle's old
mother. He thinks Mrs. Carlyle fosters in him
the spirit of contradiction and restlessness. He
regrets the jealous feeling existing among so many
artists, keeping them apart, and leading them to
deprecate each other like petty shopkeepers. He
spoke on the growth of things and people, adding,
"What is growth but change?"

August 14. — Breakfast with Ernest de Bunsen
and his wife. Both so bright, merry, and affec-
tionate. Full of plans for visiting us and making
us known to their father, whom Ernest declares
not to be at all a one-sided man, but able to turn
with pleasure from his profoundest studies to re-
ceive friends and chat with them. Called on the
Maurices. He took us to see his Chapel with the
beautiful windows, also the new Dining Hall in
Lincoln's Inn containing Hogarth's picture of
Paul before Felix ; the quiet irony of the Apostle


evidently talking down the Orator Tertullus, very
funny in a picture painted for the lawyers. Of
Miss Bremer's books he spoke genially, entering
like a girl into the heights and depths of the char-
acters, remarkine; how clearly the Truth was
brought out in most of her works, that the victim
was so greatly the gainer.

Falmouth, September 5. — Dr. Lloyd introduced
his Dublin friend. Dr. Ball, who dined with us
to-day. He is a most erudite naturalist, and was,
moreover, very clever and interesting on Irish sub-
jects, including Archbishop Whately, that torment
of intelligent young men at dinner parties. " Do
you think there can be a sixth sense?" ''Yes; and
it is called Nonsense," said Dr. Ball. He feels
genially on Church and State politics in Ireland.
"Why don't the noblemen live on their Irish
estates?" asked some one. "Because they are not
noble men," was his reply.

September 20. — Dr. Lloyd with us : he threw out
many of his own large comprehensive views and
feelings on religious matters ; his untractarian and
unsectarian convictions, and his broad charity,
which longs for all to enter the fold. He has intro-
duced Mill's " Logic " into the Dublin College,


and thinks he has, more than any other, shown the
worth of Bacon, but also that he is wanting in
the deductive department. Bacon would make all
reason from Facts upward. He is much interested
in Mill's chapter on Free- Will, and docs not sec the
evil which some suspect in it, but feels it the simple
statement of a Fact, that there are definite laws
governing the Moral as well as the Physical world.
He talked of Whately, who is much injured by
being the centre of a clique who flatter and never
contradict him, hence he becomes very despotic.
He is a most generous creature and full of know-
ledge. He wriggles his limbs about in an extraor-
dinary manner, and once pronounced the benedic-
tion with one leg hanging over the reading-desk in
church; and in society he will sit balancing his
chair, occasionally tipping over backwards. One of
his chaplains, during a walk with him, stated that
fungus was very good eating, upon which the Arch-
bishop insisted on his then and there consuming a
slice, which the poor chaplain resisting, the Arch-
bishop jerked it into his mouth. A Doctor who
was with them was in ecstasies of mirth at the scene,
which the Archbishop perceiving, said, " Oh, Doctor!

you shall try it too ; it is very important for you to
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be able to give an opinion." " No, thank you, my
lord," said the Doctor ; " I am not a clergyman,
nor am I in your lordship's diocese."

September 29. — W. E. Forster writes from Daniel
O'Connell's house, where he is much enjoying him-
self. His family and all call the old man the
Liberator. He lives in a simple patriarchal style,
nine grandchildren flying about, and kissing him,
on all sides.

October 5. — Dr. Lloyd rejoined us this evening.
He looks at science with the ardour of a lover and
the reverence of a child. He accepts the Licom-
prehensible, and waits for clearer vision; thus he
can be no scoffer, no denier, but a teachable, and
therefore a taught, disciple of very Truth itself,
whether speaking through outward Nature, inward
conviction, or the written message of God to man.
His face glows with a sublime faith when he unfolds
to others some glimpses of the mysteries of exist-
ence, and helps them to an intelligent love for the
things seen and the things not seen.

Talked much of Humboldt, a universal man, who
lives in reality far longer than others, as he takes
but three hours and a half for sleep out of the
twenty-four, and is always in a high state of mental


excitement. He talks any language you please, and
upon any subject.

October 6. — A luminous talk with Dr. Lloyd on
Men and Books. He holds Butler's "Analogy"
as second only to the Bible; values Wilberforce's
" Practical Christianity," and all Paley's works,
except his " Moral Philosophy." He wants us to
know his friend, Aubrey de Vere, a poetical, pure-
minded, high-souled creature.

October 13. — Dined at Carclew; met Sir Roderick
and Lady Murchison. He gave me a little lecture on
Geology, which he regards as an accomplished fact :
all the principles of terrestrial arrangements clearly
made out, only details to be looked after : mineral
veins, however, a quite different case ; infinite scope
therein for Papa and all Magneticians. He is spe-
cially cautious about giving opinions on matters not
immediately in his own province, and seems rather
to enjoy the vague ignorance which keeps observers
in different branches of science for ever guessing.

October 24. — Heard that Archdeacon Hare is
likely to bring out John Sterling's prose works
before Christmas. There is to be a portrait either
from the medallion or Delacour's picture.

December 31. — Dinner at Carclew. Herman


Merivale spoke of John Sterling with enthusiastic
admiration, as one quite unlike any other, so deeply
influential in the earnest eloquence of his conversa-
tion. At Cambridge he had a most loving band of
disciples, who, after he left, still felt his opinion a
law for themselves.

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" When I recall my youth ; what I was then,
WTiat I am now, and ye beloved ones all ;
It seems as though these were the living men,
And we the coloured shadows on the wall."


Falmouth, January i. — Samuel Laurence with
us. He thinks James Spedding the most beauti-
ful combination of noble qualities he has ever
met with. He is collecting letters of Bacon's, by
which he hopes to do as much for him as Car-
lyle has for Cromwell. A bust of Bacon which
Laurence has seen is so entirely free from every-
thing mean, that on the strength of it he rejects
Lord Campbell's Memoir, believing it to be in-

Fehruary 18. — A damsel belonging to Barclay's
establishment being here, I thought it right "to
try and do her good ; " so I asked her, after many


unsuccessful questions, if she had not heard of
the Lord's coming into the world. "Why/' she
said, " I may have done so, but I have forgot it."
"But surely you must have heard your master
read about it, and heard of it at school and
church and chapel." "Very likely I have," said
she placidly, " but it has quite slipped my memory ! "
and this uttered with a lamb-like face and a mild
blue eye.

Dublin, ^pril 7. — Spent part of our morning
with Robert Ball in his den at the College, see-
ing beasts, birds, and bottles innumerable. When
he put on a breast-plate of dogs' teeth he looked
like a curious preparation ready to walk into a
glass case -, and when he put on some other un-
pronounceable sheath-like garments, he exclaimed,
" Coleoptera ! " and replaced them. He is gradu-
ally putting the Museum into order, an Herculean
task. Poor man, he has not yet recovered from
the sunstroke he got in Gerrans Bay, but has
been seeing spectres, particularly a very trouble-
some gentleman in black like a clergyman; but
his ghosts are getting better. He described Owen's
Skull Theory as a production of the spinal pro-
cess through every part of the body, a perpetual


repetition of the primary Idea. Dined at Mrs.
Lloyd's; met, amongst many others, Dr. Anster,
the admirable translator of " Faust," ^ who fell to my
share, and we had plenty of talk on German and
other matters. He is weary of translations, and
thinks that except S. T. Coleridge's " Wallenstein,"
no poem has ever come of any such attempts.
Talked of Bailey's " Festus " and other natural
children of "Faust." He objects to "Festus" on
poetical, not theological grounds, for somehow he
could not hit on the fine passages. He is an
enthusiast for Goethe, and thinks him as selfish
for others as for himself, earnest at all cost that
they should get their meed. But he pretends to
discover vast selfishness in " Iphigenia," in her
steady adherence to what she felt to be right,
whatever it might cost others. He likes Carlyle's
translations better than his originals, except his
" Cromwell," which he receives with great defer-
ence. Speaking of the ^' Young Man in Business
who wrote Essays at Intervals," ^ he said, "He

1 G. H. Lewes, in his "Life of Goethe," speaks of Dr. Anster's
Translation of "Faust " as a splendid paraphrase.

- I/e//is (Sir Arthur), bom in 1817, died in 1875 ; author of
"Friends in Council," and many other well-known works.


seems not to think more than other people, which
is a great comfort ! "

Dr. Anster is a great burly man, awkward in his
ways, occasionally making a deep utterance, the
voice rising from the lowest depth within him.
There is some beauty in his profile and in the
sudden lighting up of his countenance. He seems
warmly interested in the sufferings of the poor
people around him.

^pril 9, — Dr. Lloyd told us that one night,
during the British Association Meeting in Dublin,
when he was utterly fagged with his duties as
Secretary, and had fallen into an intense sleep,
he was aroused by tremendous knocking, and in
came Sir William Hamilton with, " My dear Lloyd,
I'm so sorry to disturb you, but this Norwegian
noble and I have become great friends, and he
must not leave Dublin until we have had a glass
of wine together. Unluckily I have none left ; will
you lend me a bottle ? " So the poor Doctor had
to turn out to promote friendly relations between
scientific bodies.

Bristol, May 12. — A visit to M. A. Schimmel-
penninck : symbolic as ever, and teeming with
imaginative Facts. She is a very genial person,


SO alive to the beauty of all Religious Faith^ how-
ever widely diverse. She spoke of having suffered
from an indiscriminate theological education ; it
has made it hard to her to connect herself decidedly
with any special body^ and thus, she thinks, has
checked her practical usefulness. But may not
her outward vocation have been to introduce
opinions to each other, dressed, not in vinegar,
but in oil ?

London, May 14. — Met Ernest de Bunsen at
Ham House. He was very pleasant, talked rap-
turously of Archdeacon Hare and the Maurices
(a sure passport to our regard), and introduced us
to the personal peculiarities of many great Ger-
mans. Steffens, he told us, had died two years
since ; he was very eloquent, but no great originator
— he rather edited other men's efforts. Humboldt
is too great a talker to please him. Grimm is
delightful ; his '' Gammer Grethel " and Bunsen's
"Church of the Future" must be read before we
meet next. He owns that his Father's is a very
obscure style, it takes so much for granted that
you don't know, but is so logical in its con-

May 16. — Ernest de Bunsen and his wife went


to Meeting with us this evening. Ernest would
like Meeting far better if he might take his Testa-
ment and read when he was not better employed,
he so dislikes the idea of appearing to worship
when he is not worshipping. At church he al-
ways contrives a little silent service for himself
before the sermon by a not difficult effort of ab-
straction. The Church in Germany is as confused
as ever: Bonn is the orthodox University, Halle
the contrary ; Strauss ^ is so superficial that he
has founded no school, though many follow his
mode of doubting. Tholuck and his party seem
likely in time to become Puseyites, clinging in a
bigoted spirit to what is old and formal for the
mere sake of its antiquity.

He sang us some old German hymns. The rich
sustained quality of his voice, and its wonderfullv
beautiful tones, were a rare treat to listen to. He
seldom sings without accompaniment, and never
unless he feels secure of sympathy, for it is a
most serious, full-hearted affair with him — he can-

^ Siratiss (David Friedrich), born in Wurtembeig, 1808. He
studied under Schleiermacher. In 1835 he published his "Life of
Jesus," and followed this by other well-known works of the same
tendency. He died 1-874.


not sing for show. The other day Sarah Gurney
heard him sing and Mendelssohn accompany him.
Mendelssohn is beautiful^ poetical, and childlike,
clinging to those he loves ; his playing is like Ariel
in the " Tempest."

May 17. — Archdeacon Hare joined us; as
nervous, dragged-looking a man as in his portrait,
but far more genial and approachable than that
would lead you to expect. Plenty of pleasant talk,
but nothing extremely marked. We were presently
on the footing of old friends. Walter Savage
Landor had been with him this morning, intolerant
of everything as usual ; some of his views very
amusing: — "The only well-drawn figure in exist-
ence, a female by Overbeck in his picture of
' Children brought to Christ ; ' Milton wrote one
good line, but he forgot it; Dante perhaps six,
his description of Francesca ; Carlyle's ' French
Rev^olution ' a wicked book, he had worn out one
volume in tossing it on to the floor at startling
passages," &c., &c. His old age is an amalgam
of the grotesque and forlorn.

May 18. — Ernest de Bunsen took us to town,
and told us a plenty by the way. His father and
he find much good in coursing about to different


places of worship, both because the novelty of form
is striking and tends to bring home old truths
with new force, and because you can thus get
some test notion of what in you is spiritual, and
what habitual and accidental. As for the prin-
ciple of Peace, he does not think it would do for
our present world. The grand need he feels in
England is a sense of individual responsibility :
here people act in masses, they feel their indivi-
dual powers but think it wrong to use them ; in
Germany they are educated to recognise in these
powers their most awful responsibilities. He spoke
of his father's early life : he left college and was
going to Calcutta, but he thought he would see
his guardian, Niebuhr, at Rome on his way. Here
Ernest's grandfather and grandmother with their
two daughters were also staying, and they met in
society. But Bunsen was a young unknown man,
sitting in a corner. Mrs. Waddington, whose eye
was a most acute one, was fascinated by his ap-
pearance, declared him to be the man of greatest
eminence in the room, and determined to know
more of him. But no one could tell who he was ;
so she was leaving the room unsatisfied, when she
resolved to make one more attempt, and met him


on the stairs ; some one introduced them, and
they presently became fast friends. He went about
sight-seeing with them and spreading a new charm
everywhere. In the course of time Mr. Wad-
dington thought he must return to England, and
Bunsen remembered that he was on his way to
Calcutta, when all made the startling discoverv
that he was in love with one of the daughters.
"Well," the Herr Papa said, "the only thing is,
I must be in England in five weeks ; if you can
manage to get married in that time, well and
good." And they did manage it, Ernest talks
delightfully of the way in which they brought
up their family in such liberty, confidence, and
love ; helping them to apprehend the deepest prin-
ciples, and then watching the various developments
of these with quiet trust.

Well, we arrived at Carlton Terrace at ten
o'clock, and were soon made known to this remark-
able family, who received us like old friends and
said they seemed to have long known us. Madame
is a very foreign-looking lady, with plentv of dig-
nity but more heart, so that Ernest was at once for
leading her off in a wild dance, " because you are so
vwerry glat to see your son." She is practical and


clear-sighted, and has done much in the education
of the family. The Chevalier has far more real
beauty than I expected, exquisite chiselling about
the mouth and chin, large grey eyes, a certain
vagueness and dreaminess, but also a general de-
cision of character in the expression of the face, and
a fine glow of genial feeling over all. His wife
showed us a bust of him taken "just the last mo-
ment before his face filled out so," quite ideally
beautiful. I sat by him at breakfast and enjoyed
his profile as well as his conversation. Frederick
Maurice was also there, and the Henry Bunsens and
the sweet sister Mary. We had much talk on the
German Hospital at Dalston, the Chevalier's pecu-
liar pet ; and of Fliedner and his Deaconesses, four
of whom are employed at the Hospital : he ear-
nestly longs for a similar institution for this country,
where those who desire to serve their fellow-crea-

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