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They are pleasant and cheery, but there are thousands of women who write as well. As for Carlyle himself, he is odious arrogance, vanity, self-conceit, ingratitude to old friends I never thought I should dislike him so much. He seems to have looked at everything the wrong side outwards. The Journal notes: April 11th. Lunched with the Mintos. They drove me to Christchurch.
In placing matters in the hands of M. Gambetta, I said all I possibly could on the affairs of Europe and our relations with Germany; but I will not swear that more attention will be paid to my advice than to that of many others. The Journal has: December 10th. To Timsbury; 13th to Foxholes. The Mintos were living at Bournemouth. Lunched with them on the 31st. 1882, January 1st. At Foxholes.
"Because," said the Poor Scholar, "I have much to tell you, much you must hear, and you will not see Ladykirk this night. In fact you could not, without betraying the secrets of those who have been depending upon your aid." "Say on, then," quoth Miss Aline; "the Mintos are no tale-pyets, and that ye shall ken. Let us hear what ye hae to say, laddie!
"Fegs, no," she cried, "what do ye tak' me for? Lassie, do ye not ken that I am here for the purpose o' lookin' after you little as I have been able to accomplish, with you as flichty as the Wemysses and as dour as the Ferrises. It is the Lord's ain peety that ye werena' born reasonable and wise like the Mintos !"
The Mintos' flat, although very bare, was very clean. Even when there was nothing to eat, there was water for scouring; and Mrs. Minto's hands were a sort of red-grey, hard and lined, all the little folds of the discoloured skin looking as if they had been bitten deep with acid that made them black.
One cannot tire of repeating the last words of the Chancellor Oxenstiern to his son when starting for the tour through Europe: 'Ito mi fili et inspice quam parva sapientia mundus regitur' ... The Journal continues: March 16th. Dinner at home to the Duc de Broglie, the Dartreys, Mintos, Houghton, and Lady Molesworth. April 1st. Went to Draycott on a visit to the Cowleys.
His foot making in soft slippers a dead "dump-dump-dump" shook the ceiling of the Mintos' flat. They could hear his dry voice huskily roaring, "There you are, there you are, there you ain't ain't ain't." They had heard it a thousand times, always with the familiar stamp. It was very gay. Old Perce, as he was called, was a carver in a City restaurant.
Trench, and the mother of the late Archbishop of Dublin. Her description and comments have been considered severe, and even prejudiced; but they do not differ essentially from those of the Mintos and Fitzharris, except in saying that on one occasion, after dinner, Nelson took too much champagne, and showed the effects.
The place ought to have been papered new." When their bed and the washstand and a table and the chairs and chest-of-drawers were in there was not much to arrange. Nor was there room for very much, because the bed took up about a quarter of the space. The Mintos had no pictures. They thus anticipated the best modern taste.
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