Mrs. Carlyle

Mie was a helpmate to Carlyle in every way-shared his studies, entered nito las literaiy ambitions, and often wrotehta mamiscripts. Her calligrapby was good; ,t was a elear hand; I alwiys found it easy to read, and whether she recorded trivial matteis orserious ones she always managed to make heraelf IlCT verygudden ueatn threw a deon irlnnm ,.„., ._ hearta of her old fviends ia &dding ton, her native town; and it was (o the house of one of these tliat her remaiua were brought from Londen and kept ior a mght till the funeral took plae Uieepitaph on her gwvestone, which was publishe.1 iB Chamber'.s Journal in October of last year, is in every respect 2 n'i 'T S0IUe years aft' l.lea h her hushaiul made a journey to Iladdington that he might revisit her tomb, and When every onewas wranne,! "Y eep iie carne and walked round the oíd house where hiswife was born, and wlnch had been so dear to her owñ loving beait. Mis. Carlyle's sudden death had somethiüg ingularly pathet10 about it. A friend wbo lad occasion o leave London for some time confldedtoMM. Carlyle her pet do DriYingonedayin iïyde Park about fKvi e was gI'eat1 alarmed to seethelittle ereature, whlch had been followmg alongside the brougham run over by a carriafff. if ra. uf„,i .-.. - "■ -ii' as Ulied 111 besideher, little the vvorse lor the aceidens and the driver again moved on. Ine latter, however, receiving no cali Or directions from his mistress, as was usual, stopped to discover the reasou and was alanned to find Mrs. Carlyle as he thought. in a lit, He drove at once ' to gt (.eorge's Hospital, vhen t was discovered she had been dead for some timp. Her last aet had been an impulse of tenderness toward a dumb animal Ihis Bad eventtook i)laceon 2lst April' 18W), while Mr. Carlyle was in Scatland, whither he had gone to deliver lus rectoría] address to the Edlnbnrgh students. He retuined immediately to J,ondon af ter the receipt of the dreadful news, and we can picture to ourselves the wild desolation of her Imsband's stricken spirit ashe looked unon .ui mat was mortal of his bolo ved wife The quick, impulsivo heart tliat made lier so lovable, stilled for ever- "the light of his lile gone out," never to be kmdledagain. Charles Dickena held Jira. Carlyle ia highesteem His last interview with was oulva few weeks before hor death. It wm at the house of Mr. John Foreter, and she Carne in flourishing a telegram In her hand, which she had just received f rom Prof. Tyndall, telling her in a couple of ardent words of her husband's auccessin the delivery of his rectorial address at Edinburgh. In the eourse of the evening slie coinraunieatedto Dickens the outline of what she considere! miglit be made the subject of a nove) from what she had herself obsenred at the outside of a house in her street in Chetoea: of which the various incidenta wete drawn from the condition of its blinds and curtaïns, the costuraos visible at its Windows Hip fniu ut ifu ,!„.-,.. - ■■■ nn hip ciuis ai its uoor, and símil like; and the aubtle seiïous humor of it all.tl.e truth intrifling bita of character, and the gradual progresa into a lialf-romantic interest, enchanted, says Mr. Forater, the skilled Hóvelist. The deal plot was to hu completad when they met again, but