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Life of John Sterling-Part20_Thomas Carlyle(1795-1881)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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though on occasion, for a year or two to come, he would still assert

his transcendent admiration, especially if Maurice were by to help.



But he was getting into German, into various inquiries and sources of

knowledge new to him, and his admirations and notions on many things



were silently and rapidly modifying themselves.

So, amid interesting human realities, and wide cloud-canopies of



uncertain speculation, which also had their interests and their

rainbow-colors to him, and could not fail in his life just now, did



Sterling pass his year and half at Bayswater. Such vaporous

speculations were inevitable for him at present; but it was to be



hoped they would subside by and by, and leave the sky clear. All this

was but the preliminary to whatever work might lie in him:--and, alas,



much other interruption lay between him and that.

CHAPTER V.



TO MADEIRA.

Sterling's dubieties as to continuing at Bordeaux were quickly



decided. The cholera in France, the cholera in Nice, the-- In fact

his moorings were now loose; and having been fairly at sea, he never



could anchor himself here again. Very shortly after this Letter, he

left Belsito again (for good, as it proved); and returned to England



with his household, there to consider what should next be done.

On my return from Scotland, that year, perhaps late in September, I



remember finding him lodged straitly but cheerfully, and in happy

humor, in a little cottage on Blackheath; whither his Father one day



persuaded me to drive out with him for dinner. Our welcome, I can

still recollect, was conspicuously cordial; the place of dinner a kind



of upper room, half garret and full of books, which seemed to be

John's place of study. From a shelf, I remember also, the good soul



took down a book modestly enough bound in three volumes, lettered on

the back Carlyle's _French Revolution_, which had been published



lately; this he with friendly banter bade me look at as a first

symptom, small but significant, that the book was not to die all at



once. "One copy of it at least might hope to last the date of

sheep-leather," I admitted,--and in my then mood the little fact was



welcome. Our dinner, frank and happy on the part of Sterling, was

peppered with abundant jolly satire from his Father: before tea, I



took myself away; towards Woolwich, I remember, where probably there

was another call to make, and passage homeward by steamer: Sterling



strode along with me a good bit of road in the bright sunny evening,

full of lively friendly talk, and altogether kind and amiable; and



beautifully sympathetic with the loads he thought he saw on _me_,

forgetful of his own. We shook hands on the road near the foot of



Shooter's Hill:--at which point dim oblivious clouds rush down; and of

small or great I remember nothing more in my history or his for some



time.

Besides running much about among friends, and holding counsels for the



management of the coming winter, Sterling was now considerably

occupied with Literature again; and indeed may be said to have already



definitely taken it up as the one practical pursuit left for him.

Some correspondence with _Blackwood's Magazine_ was opening itself,



under promising omens: now, and more and more henceforth, he began to

look on Literature as his real employment, after all; and was



prosecuting it with his accustomed loyalty and ardor. And he




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