XLbc Camelot Seiies* Edited by Ernest Rhys. SARTOR RESARTUS. SARTOR RESARTUS : THE LIFE AND OPINIONS OF HERR TEUFELSDROCKH, BY THOMAS CARLYLE. WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY ERNEST RHYS, WALTER SCOTT LONDON: 24 WARWICK LANE PATERNOSTER ROW 1888 CONTENTS. ) % "^ -/ BGOK I. CHAP PAGE I. Preliminary I II. Editorial Difficulties . 6 III. Reminiscences • ^ II IV. Characteristics ^ ^ 23 V. The World in Clothes . 30 VI. Aprons , ^ • 37 VII. Miscellaneous-historical 39 VIII. The World out OF Clothes 44 IX. Adamitism , , • 50 X. Pure Reason . 55 XI. Prospective • 61 BOOK II. I. Genesis , 72 II. Idyllic 80 III. Pedagogy , 90 IV. Getting under Way 107 V. Romance > 120 VI. Sorrows of Teufelsdrockh 134 VII. The Everlasting No 144 VIII. Centre of Indifference. 153 IX. The Everlasting r Yea . 165 X. Pause . • • 178 526 VI CONTENTS. BOOK III. CHAP. I. Incident in Modern History II. Church-Clothes III. Symbols IV. Helot AGE V. The Phcenix VI. Old Clothes VII. Organic Filaments \III. Natural Supernaturalism IX. Circumspective X. The Dandiacal Body XI. Tailors XII. Farewell PAGE 196 204 208 215 220 229 241 245 260 263 Summary Index 270 279 INTRODUCTORY NOTE. Y this time, seven years after Carlyle's death, further criticism of the book which most vividly expresses him in the heat and strength of his youth and earHer manhood, is not wanted. The Sartor Resartus has been more discussed than any other of his works, as he himself has been more talked of than any other writer of our time, and it will be of little use to add to the discussion here. There is, however, one addition which may be use- fully made to the book, — those passages, namely, from the Life and Reminiscences^ which bear on the crea- tion of Teufelsdrockh, and on the trying adventures of the book, when finished, before it succeeded in finding a publisher and an audience. Professor Diogenes Teufelsdrockh, of Weissnichtwo, is nothing if he is not Carlyle in disguise, the projection of the Scotchman's individuality upon a half humorous, half philosophical, German background ; and one feels a singular interest in tracing the original features under viii JNTRODUCTOR Y NOTE. the mask. Without going into the details of the exact correspondence between the two, it will be enough to point to the obvious translation of Eccle- fechan into Entepfuhl, and Edinburgh into Weiss- nichtwo, as indications of the personal aspect of the whole. The various memoirs of Carlyle, and his RaniiiiscciiceSy discover many similar striking instances of the way in which the Sartor Resartus took form and substance out of its author's life. At first, however, the conception from which the book was to be presently wrought into the shape in which wc now have it was probably less tinged with external autobiographical colour, and it must not be overlooked that the whole work is as distinctly the outcome of Carlyle's intellectual enthusiasm for the German school of thought as it is of his outward life as a Scotch student. The subject is first mentioned in one of the journals which he kept at Craigenput- tock. On October 28 [1830] he announces briefly — " Written a strange piece ' On Clothes ; ' know not what will come of it." It was evidently too strange for the London magazine editors, for on February 7, 1 83 1, he writes again — " Sent to Jack to liberate my * Teufclsdrockh ' from editorial durance in London, and I am seriously thinking to make a book of it. The thing is not right — not art ; yet perhaps a nearer approach to art than I have yet made. We ought to tr\-. 1 want to get it done, and then translate INTRODUCTORY NOTE. ix ' Faust/ as I have partially promised to Goethe. Through ' Teufelsdrockh ' I am yet far from seeing my way ; nevertheless, materials are partly forth- coming." From this, it is clear that the *' strange piece ' On Clothes ' " was assuming the larger propor- tion of the book, Sartor Resartus. " The ' Teufels- drockh,' " says Mr. Froude, " which we have seen seeking in vain for admission into London magazines, was but a first rude draft. Parts of this perhaps sur- vive as they were originally written, in the opening chapters. The single article, when it was returned to him, first expanded into two : then he determined to make a book of it, into which he could project his entire self" Carlyle was now, it must be remembered, thirty-six years of age, and beginning to consider somewhat desperately the chances of gaining the ear of his generation for the ideas which burned in him for speech. All his balked intellectual energy, all his feeling for truth and his bitter revolt against conven- tion and the hundred mists of prejudice which hide the Ideal from men, found an outlet in the presenta- tion of Teufelsdrockh and his Clothes-Philosophy ; and the presentation had the more force because behind it lay the hard reality of Carlyle's own defeats and material difficulties. The Sartor might well seem a final throw in the great literary game of speculation, to decide whether the X INTROD UCTOR V NOTE. literary life was for him worth living or not, and it may be imagined, therefore, with what feel- ing for past and future he at last finished the book, and decided to set out for London with it. He went sustained by his wife's unaffected verdict. " It is a work of genius, dear!" she said when she had read it, before he started, but this was almost the only con- soling word it was to bring him at this juncture. He wrote back to her from London on August 22, 183 1 : — " On Saturday morning I set out for Albemarle Street Murray, as usual, was not in ; but an answer lay for me — my poor * Teufelsdrockh,' wrapped in new paper, with a letter stuck under the packthread. I took it with a silent fury and walked off. The letter said he regretted exceedingly, etc." A visit to Fraser, next undertaken, was equally unfortunate. Fraser wanted ;^I50 for publishing it, and of course Carlyle, who had not as many pence to spare, declined. " Spurning at destiny," he continues, " yet in the mildest terms taking leave of Fraser, I strode through the streets, carrying Teufelsdrockh openly in my hand. I took a pipe and a glass of water, and counsel with myself" And so the game goes on, with one or two illusive signs of better fortune, but only to make the final unsuccess the more dishearten- ing. The whole episode ended in Carlyle's returning defeated, with the unfortunate "Teufelsdrockh" manuscript, to his patient wife at Craigenputtock ; INTR OD UCTOR Y NO TE. xi after which the rejected work was to lie untouched in a drawer there for almost two years. Meanwhile the horizon brightened a little. The "skiey mes- senger" of good omen, Emerson, had alighted one day at the door of the lonely house where " the great scholar nourished his mighty heart," and this was not the only sign of a gradual influence in the world of thought and letters. It was in the same month when Emerson arrived, in August 1833, that Eraser, en- couraged, no doubt, by the growing interest which was being felt in Carlyle's essays, agreed at last to publish the Sartor in his magazine. The book was divided into ten parts for this purpose, and began to appear in November. Eraser would only pay for it at a reduced rate, however. It was still running in the pages of the magazine when the final move was made by the Carlyles from Craigenputtock to London, but so far the reception by the public had only served to confirm the first adverse verdict of the publishers. "Magazine Eraser writes that ' Teufelsdrockh ' excites the most unqualified disap- probation — a la bonne heure!' This is the last reference to the book that Carlyle makes in the Craigenputtock journal. It shows that he was still as full of faith in it as ever. As there was no possible chance of getting any publisher to reprint the book, fifty copies were struck off from the magazine type and stitched together for the little xii INTROD UCTOR V NOTE. band of the faithful, when it had run its course in Frasers. Another letter of Carlyle's to his wife, written from London on his house-hunting visit, pre- liminary to his final settling there, the same which contains the inimitable description of Chelsea on his first discovery of the house in Cheyne Row, n ow historical, says of the book : — " Literature still all a mystery ; nothing ' paying ; ' ' Teufelsdrockh ' beyond measure unpopular ; an oldest subscriber came into him and said, * If there is any more of that d d stuff, I will, &c., &c. ; ' on the other hand, an order from America (Boston or Philadelphia) to send a cop}' of the magazine * so long as there was anything of Carlyle's in it.' * One spake up and the other spake down : ' on the whole, Goody, I have a great defiance of all that/' This was the beginning of the end. The American appreciation ripened, and it is the everlasting honour of the American republic of letters now to be able to claim what is virtually the first edition of the book, issued in Boston, 1835, The solatimn, pecuniary and other, which was thus afforded, was no doubt mainly the cause of Carlyle's continuing to persevere at all in literature ; more than once in the following first years of his life in London he had, in dis- gust, almost decided to give up the struggle, and but for the aid from this least expected source oversea, the ten- dency of his later career might not have been towards English literature. The first English edition of the INTRODUCTORY' NOTE. xiii Sartor did not appear until 1838 ; and even this was partly the result of American sympathy, for the pro- posal of a lecturing tour in America led to the memorable appearance of Carlyle as a lecturer in London, and this in turn to an awakened demand for what he had written. The book still remained, how- ever, the possession of the elect for some time. Haif- a-century has sufficed to work strange changes ; since its first publication the Sartor has become one of the most familiar watchwords of the younger generation, until to-day it goes forth into the unrestricted field of the great books of all time, — an acclaimed pioneer of the modern spirit, inestimable in suggestion and stimulus for the party of youth and growth toward intellectual liberty. ERNEST RHYS. U.S.A., December 1^87. SARTOR RESARTUS. Mein I'eyvuichfmss^ luie herrlich weif und breit ! Die Zeit ist viein VermdchttusSy tnein Acker ist die Zeit. —Goethe- SARTOR RESARTUS. BOOK FIRST. CHAPTER I. PRELIMINARY. ONSIDERING our present advanced state of culture, and how the Torch of Science has now been brandished and borne about, with more or less effect, for five-thousand years and upwards ; how, in these times especially, not only the Torch still burns, and perhaps more fiercely than ever, but innumerable Rush-lights, and Sulphur-matches, kindled thereat, are also glancing in every direction, so that not the smallest cranny or doghole in Nature or Art can remain unilluminated, — it might strike the reflective mind with some surprise that hitherto little or nothing of a fundamental character, whether in the way of Philosophy or History, has been written on the subject of Clothes. Our Theory of Gravitation is as good as perfect : Lagrange, it is well known, has proved that the Planetary System, on this scheme, will endure forever ; Laplace, still A 2 SARTOR RES ART US. more cunningly, even guesses that it could not have been made on any other scheme. Whereby, at least, our nautical Logbooks can be better kept ; and water-transport of all kinds has grown more commodious. Of Geology and Geognosy wc know enough : what with the labours of our Werners and Huttons, what with the ardent genius of their disciples, it has come about that now, to many a Royal Society, the Creation of a World is litde more mysterious than the cooking of a dumpling ; concerning which last, indeed, there have been minds to whom the question, ITow the apples were got in, presented difficulties. Why mention our disquisitions on the Social Contract, on the Standard of Taste, on the Migrations of the Herring ? Then, have we not a Doctrine of Rent, a Theory of Value ; Philosophies of Language, of History, of Pottery, of Apparitions, of Intoxicating Liquors ? !Man's whole life and environment have been laid open and elucidated ; scarcely a fragment or fibre of his Soul, Body, and Possessions, but has been probed, dissected, distilled, desiccated, and scientifically decomposed : our spiritual Faculties, of w^hich it appears there are not a few, have their Stewarts, Cousins, Royer Collards : every cellular, vascular, muscular Tissue glories in its Lawrences, Majendies, Bichats. How, then, comes it, may the reflective mind repeat, that the grand Tissue of all Tissues, the only real Tissue, should have been quite overlooked by Science, — the vestural Tissue, namely, of woollen or other cloth ; which T^Ian's Soul wears as its outmost wrappage and overall ; wherein his whole other Tissues are included and screened, his whole Faculties work, his whole Self lives, moves, and has its being? For if, now and then, some straggling broken- winged thinker has cast an owl's-glance into this obscure region, the most have soared over it altogether heedless ; PRELIMINARY. 3 regarding Clothes as a property, not an accident, as quite natural and spontaneous, like the leaves of trees, like the plumage of birds. In all speculations they have tacitly figured man as a Clothed Ajtwial ; whereas he is by nature a Naked Animal ; and only in certain circumstances, by purpose and device, masks himself in Clothes. Shakespeare says, we are creatures that look before and after : the more surprising that we do not look round a little, and see what is passing under our very eyes. But here, as in so many other cases, Germany, learned, indefatigable, deep-thinking Germany comes to our aid. It is, after all, a blessing that, in these revolutionary times, there should be one country where abstract Thought can still take shelter ; that while the din and frenzy of Catholic Emancipations, and Rotten Boroughs, and Revolts of Paris, deafen every French and every English ear, the German can stand peaceful on his scientific watch-tower ; and, to the raging, struggling multitude here and elsewhere, solemnly, from hour to hour, with preparatory blast of cow- horn, emit his H'dret ihr Herrefi und lassefs Euch sage?t ; in other words, tell the Universe, which so often forgets that fact, what o'clock it really is. Not unfrequently the Germans have been blamed for an unprofitable diligence ; as if they struck into devious courses, where nothing was to be had but the toil of a rough journey ; as if, forsaking the gold-mines of finance and that political slaughter of fat oxen whereby a man himself grows fat, they were apt to run goose-hunting into regions of bilberries and crowberries, and be swallowed up at last in remote peat-bogs. Of that unwise science, which, as our Humorist expresses it, * By geometric scale Doth take the size of pots of ale j ' still more, of that altogether misdirected industry, which is 4 SARTOR RESARTUS. seen vigorously thrashing mere straw, there can nothing defensive be said. In so far as the Germans are chargeable with such, let them take the consequence. Nevertheless be it remarked, that even a Russian steppe has tumuli and gold ornaments ; also many a scene that looks desert and rock- bound from the distance, will unfold itself, when visited, into rare valleys. Nay, in any case, would Criticism erect not only finger-posts and turnpikes, but spiked gates and impassable barriers, for the mind of man ? It is written, ' Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.' Surely the plain rule is, Let each considerate person have his way, and see what it will lead to. For not this man and that man, but all men make up m.ankind, and their united tasks the task of mankind. How often have we seen some such adventurous, and perhaps much-censured wanderer light on some out-lying, neglected, yet vitally momentous province ; the hidden treasures of which he first discovered, and kept proclaiming till the general eye and effort were directed thither, and the conquest was com- pleted ; — thereby, in these his seemingly so aimless rambles, planting new standards, founding new habitable colonies, in the immeasurable circumambient realm of Nothingness and Night ! Wise man was he who counselled that Speculation should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-two points of the compass, whitherso- ever and howsoever it listed. Perhaps it is proof of the stunted condition in which pure Science, especially pure moral Science, languishes among us English ; and how our mercantile greatness, and invaluable Constitution, impressing a political or other immediately practical tendency on all English culture and endeavour, cramps the free flight of Thought, — that this, PRELIMINARY. 5 not Philosophy of Clothes, but recognition even that we have no such Philosophy, stands here for the first time published in our language. What English intellect could have chosen such a topic, or by chance stumbled on it? But for that same unshackled, and even sequestered condi- tion of the German Learned, which permits and induces them to fish in all manner of waters, with all manner of nets, it seems probable enough, this abstruse Inquiry might, m. spite of the results it leads to, have continued dormant for mdefinite periods. The Editor of these sheets, though otherwise boasting himself a man of confirmed speculative habits, and perhaps discursive enough, is free to confess, that never, till these last months, did the above very plain considerations, on our total want of a Philosophy of Clothes, occur to^ him ; and then, by quite foreign suggestion. By the arrival, namely, of a new Book from Professor Teufels- drockh of Weissnichtwo ; treating expressly of this subject, and in a style which, whether understood or not, could not even by the blindest be overlooked. In the present Editor's way of thought, this remarkable Treatise, with its Doctrines, whether as judicially acceded to, or judicially denied, has not remained without effect. ^ Die Kleider^ ihr Wej'den und Wirken (Clothes, their ' Origin and Influence) von Diog. Teiifelsdr'dckh^ J. U.D, etc. '• Still schweigen und Co^^'^^'^. Weissnichtwo, 1831. ' Here,' says the Weissnichtwo' sche Anzeiger, ' comes a 'Volume of that extensive, close-printed, close-meditated ' sort, which, be it spoken with pride, is seen only in ' Germany, perhaps only in Weissnichtwo. Issuing from ' the hitherto irreproachable Firm of Stillschweigen and ' Company, with every external furtherance, it is of such ' internal quality as to set Neglect at defiance. . . . ' * A work,' concludes the well-nigh enthusiastic Reviewer, 6 SARTOR RESARTUS. 'interesting alike to the antiquary, the historian, and the * philosophic thinker; a masterpiece of boldness, lynx- 'eyed acuteness, and rugged independent Germanism and * Philanthropy (derber Kerndeuischheit ujid Menscheiiliebe); * which will not, assuredly, pass current without opposition *in high places; but must and will exalt the almost new ' name of Teufclsdrockh to the first ranks of Philosophy, ' in our German Temple of Honour.' Mindful of old friendship, the distinguished Professor, in this the first blaze of his fame, which however does not dazzle him, sends hither a Presentation-copy of his Book ; with compliments and encomiums which modesty forbids the present Editor to rehearse ; yet without indicated wish or hope of any kind, except what may be implied in the concluding phrase : Mochte es (this remarkable Treatise) auch im Brittischoi Bodai gedeihen ! CHAPTER n. EDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES. If for a speculative man, * whose seedfield,' in the sub- lime words of the Poet, 'is Time,' no conquest is important but that of new ideas, then might the arrival of Professor Teufelsdrockh's Book be marked with chalk in the Editor's calendar. It is indeed an ' extensive Volume,' of boundless, almost formless contents, a very Sea of Thought ; jieither calm nor clear, if you will ; yet wherein the toughest pearl- diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only withxsea-wreck but with true orients. Directly on the first perusal, almost on the first deliberate inspection, it became apparent that here a quite new Branch of Philosophy, leading to as yet undescricd ulterior results, EDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES, 7 was disclosed ; farther, what seemed scarcely less interesting, a quite new human Individuality, an almost unexampled personal character, that, namely, of Professor Teufelsdrockh the Discloser. Of both which novelties, as far as might be possible, we resolved to master the significance. But as man is emphatically a proselytising creature, no sooner was such mastery even fairly attempted, than the new question arose : How might this acquired good be imparted to others, perhaps in equal need thereof; how could the Philosophy of Clothes, and the Author of such Philosophy, be brought home, in any measure, to the business and bosoms of our own English Nation ? For if new-got gold is said to burn the pockets till it be cast forth into circulation, much more may new truth. Here, however, difficulties occurred. The first thought naturally was to publish Article after Article on this remark- able Volume, in such widely-circulating Critical Journals as the Editor might stand connected with, or by money or love procure access to. But, on the other hand, was it not clear that such matter as must here be revealed, and treated of, might endanger the circulation of any Journal extant ? If, indeed, all party-divisions in the State could have been abolished. Whig, Tory, and Radical, embracing in discrep- ant union ; and all the Journals of the Nation could have been jumbled into one Journal, and the Philosophy of Clothes poured forth in incessant torrents therefrom, the attempt had seemed possible. But, alas, what vehicle of that sort have we, except Eraser's Magazine ? A vehicle all strewed (figuratively speaking) with the maddest Waterloo-Crackers, exploding distractively and destructively, wheresoever the mystified passenger stands or sits ; nay, in any case, understood to be, of late years, a vehicle full to overflowing, and inexorably shut ! Besides, to state the 8 SARTOR RESARTUS. Philosophy of Clothes without the Philosopher, the ideas^ of Teufelsdrockh without something of hjs personahty, was it not to insure both of entire misapprehension? Now for Biography, had it been otherwise admissible, there were no adequate documents, no hope of obtaining such, but rather, owing to circuHistances, a special despair. Thus did the Editor see himself, for the while, shut out from all public utterance of these extraordinary Doctrines, and constrained to revolve them, not without disquietude, in the dark depths of his own mind. So had it lasted for some months ; and now the Volume on Clothes, read and again read, was in several points be- coming lucid and lucent ; the personality of its Author more and more surprising, but, in spite of all that memory and conjecture could do, more and more enigmatic ; whereby the old disquietude seemed fast settling into fixed discon- tent, — when altogether unexpectedly arrives a Letter from Herr Hofrath Heuschrecke, our Professor's chief friend and associate in Weissnichtwo, with whom we had not previously corresponded. The Hofrath, after much quite extraneous matter, began dilating largely on the * agitation and atten- tion ' which the Philosophy of Clothes was exciting in its own German Republic of Letters ; on the deep significance and tendency of his Friend's Volume ; and then, at length, with great circumlocution, hinted at the practicability of conveying 'some knowledge of it, and of him, to England, ' and through England to the distant West : ' a work on Professor Teufelsdrockh * were undoubtedly welcome to the ' Fami/y, the Natmial^ or any other of those patriotic ' Libraries, at present the glory of British Literature ; ' might work revolutions in Thought ; and so forth ; — in conclusion, intimating not obscurely, that should the present Editor feel disposed to undertake a Biograpliy of Teufelsdrockh, EDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES. 9 he, Hofrath Heuschrecke, had it in his power to furnish the requisite Documents. As in some chemical mixture, that has stood lono- evaporating, but would not crystallise, instantly when the wire or other fixed substance is introduced, crystallisation commences, and rapidly proceeds till the whole is finished, so was it with the Editor's mind and this ofi'er of Heuschrecke's. Form rose out of void solution and dis- continuity; like united itself with like indefinite arrange- ment : and soon either in actual vision and possession, or in fixed reasonable hope, the image of the whole Enter- prise had shaped itself, so to speak, into a solid mass. Cautiously yet courageously, through the twopenny post, application to the famed redoubtable Oliver Yorke was now made : an interview, interviews with that singular man have taken place ; with more of assurance on our side,' with less of satire (at least of open satire) on his, than we anticipated ; — for the rest, with such issue as is now visible. As to those same 'patriotic Libj'aries^^ the Hofrath's counsel could only be viewed with silent amazement ; but with his offer of Documents we joyfully and almost instantaneously closed. Thus, too, in the sure expectation of these, we already see our task begun ; and this our Sartor Eesa7'tzis, which is properly a ' Life and Opinions of Herr Teufelsdrockh,' hourly advancing. Of our fitness for the Enterprise, to which we have such thle and vocation, it were perhaps uninteresting to say more. Let the British reader study and enjoy, in simplicity of heart, what is here presented him, and with whatever metaphysical acumen and talent for meditation he is possessed of. Let him strive to keep a free, open sense ; cleared from the mists of prejudice, above all from the TO SARTOR RESARTUS. paralysis of cant ; and directed rather to the Book itself than to the Editor of the Book. Who or what such Editor may be, must remain conjectural, and even insignificant :* it is a voice publishing tidings of the Philosophy of Clothes ; undoubtedly a Spirit addressing Spirits : whoso hath ears, let him hear. On one other point the Editor thinks it needful to give warning : namely, that he is animated with a true though perhaps a feeble attachment to the Institutions of our Ancestors; and minded to defend these, according to ability, at all hazards ; nay, it was partly with a view to such defence that he engaged in this undertaking. To stem, or if that be impossible, profitably to divert the current of Innovation, such a Volume as Teufelsdrockh's, if cunningly planted down, were no despicable pile, or floodgate, in the logical wear. For the rest, be it nowise apprehended, that any personal connexion of ours with Teufelsdrockh, Heuschrecke, or this Philosophy of Clothes, can pervert our judgment, or sway us to extenuate or exaggerate. Powerless, we venture to promise, are those private Compliments themselves. Grateful they may well be ; as generous illusions of friend- ship ; as fair mementos of bygone unions, of those nights and suppers of the gods, when, lapped in the symphonies and harmonies of Philosophic Eloquence, though with baser accompaniments, the present Editor revelled in that feast of reason, never since vouchsafed him in so full measure ! But what then ? Amicus Plato^ viagis arnica Veritas ; Teufelsdrockh is our friend, Truth is our divinity. In our historical and critical capacity, we hope we are strangers to all the world ; have feud or favour with no one, * With us even he still communicates in some sort of mask, or mufTler ; and, we have reason to think, under a feigned name ! — O. Y. REMINISCENCES. ii — save indeed the Devil, with whom, as with the Prince of Lies and Darkness, we do at all times wage mternecine war. This assurance, at an epoch when puffery and quackery have reached a height unexampled in the annals of man- kind, and even English Editors, like Chinese Shopkeepers, must write on their door-lintels No cheating here^ — we thought it good to premise. CHAPTER III. REMINISCENCES. To the Author's private circle the appearance of this sin- gular Work on Clothes must have occasioned little less surprise than it has to the rest of the world. For ourselves, at least, few things have been more unexpected. Professor Teufelsdrockh, at the period of our acquaintance with him, seemed to lead a quite still and self-contained life : a man devoted to the higher Philosophies, indeed ; yet more likely, if he published at all, to publish a refutation of Hegel and Bardili, both of whom, strangely enough, he included under a common ban ; than to descend, as he has here done, into the angry noisy Forum, with an Argument that cannot but exasperate and divide. Not, that we can remember, was the Philosophy of Clothes once touched upon between us. If through the high, silent, meditative Transcendentalism of our Friend we detected any practical tendency whatever, it was at most Political, and towards a certain prospective, and for the present quite speculative, Radicalism ; as indeed some correspondence, on his part, with Herr Oken of Jena was now and then suspected; though his special contributions to the Isis could never be more than surmised at. But, at all events, nothing 12 SARTOR RESARTUS. Moral, still less anything Didactico-Religious, was looked for from him. ^^'ell do we recollect the last words he spoke in our hear- ing ; which indeed, with the Night they were uttered in, are to be forever remembered. Lifting his huge tumbler of Guk-uk* and for a moment lowering his tobacco-pipe, he stood up in full coffeehouse (it was Zur Gnlnen Ga?is, the largest in Weissnichtwo, where all the Virtuosity, and nearly all the Intellect of the place assembled of an evening) ; and there, with low, soul-stirring tone, and the look truly of an angel, though whether of a \vliite or of a black one might be dubious, proposed this toast : Die Sache der Armen in Gottes nnd Tucfeis Navmi (The Cause of the Poor, in Heaven's name and 's) ! One full shout, breaking the leaden silence ; then a gurgle of innumerable emptying bumpers, again followed by universal cheering, returned him loud acclaim. It was the finale of the night: resuming their pipes ; in the highest enthusiasm, amid volumes of tobacco-smoke ; triumphant, cloud-capt without and within, the assembly broke up, each to his thoughtful pillow. Bleibt dock ein echter Spass- und Galgen-vogel^ said several ; mean- ing thereby that, one day, he would probably be hanged for his democratic sentiments. Wo steckt dock der Schalk ? added they, looking round : but Teufelsdrockh had retired by private alleys, and the Compiler of these pages beheld him no more. In such scenes has it been our lot to live with this Philo- sopher, such estimate to form of his purposes and powers. And yet, thou brave Teufelsdrockh, who could tell what lurked in thee ? Under those thick locks of thine, so long and lank, overlapping roof-wise the gravest face we ever in this world saw, there dwelt a most busy brain. In thy eyes * Gukguk is unhappily only an academical — beer. REMINISCENCES. i^ too, deep under their shaggy brows, and looking out so still and dreamy, have we not noticed gleams of an gthgreal or else a diabolic fire, and half-fancied that their stillness was but the rest of infinite motion, the sleep of a spinning-top ? Thy little figure, there as, in loose ill-brushed threadbare habiliments, thou sattest, amid litter and lumber, whole days, to 'think and smoke tobacco,' held in it a mighty heart. The secrets of man's Life were laid open to thee ; thou sawest into the mystery of the Universe, farther than another; thou hadst in petto thy remarkable Volume on Clothes. Nay, was there not in that clear logically-founded Transcendentalism of thine; still more, in thy meek, silent, deep-seated Sansculottism, combined with a true princely Courtesy of inward nature, the visible rudiments of such speculation ? But great men are too often unknown, or what is worse, misknown. Already, when we dreamed not of it, the warp of thy remarkable Volume lay on the loom ; and silently, mysterious shuttles were putting-in the woof! How the Hofrath Heuschrecke is to turnish biographical data, in this case, may be a curious question ; the answer of which, however, is happily not our concern, but his. To us it appeared, after repeated trial, that in Weissnichtwo, from the archives or memories of the best-informed classes, no Biography of Teulelsdrockh was to be gathered ; not so much as a false one. He was a stranger there, wafted thither by what is called the course of circumstances ; con- cerning whose parentage, birthplace, prospects, or pursuits, curiosity had indeed made inquiries, but satisfied herself with the most indistinct replies. For himself, he was a man so still and altogether unparticipating, that to question him even afar off on such particulars was a thing of more than 14 SARTOR RESARTUS. usual delicacy : besides, in his sly way, he had ever some quaint turn, not without its satirical edge, wherewith to divert such intrusions, and deter you from the hke. Wits spoke of him secretly as if he were a kind of Melchizedek, without father or mother of any kind; sometimes, with reference to his great historic and statistic knowledge, and the vivid way he had of expressing himself like an eye- witness of distant transactions and scenes, they called him the Eivigejitde^ Everlasting, or as we say. Wandering Jew. To the most, indeed, he had become not so much a Man as a Thing ; which Thing doubtless they were accustomed to see, and with satisfaction ; but no more thought of accounting for than for the fabrication of their daily All^s:emei7ie Zeiiung, or the domestic habits of the Sun. Both were there and welcome; the world enjoyed what good was in them, and thought no more of the matter. The man Teufelsdrockh passed and repassed, in his little circle, as one of those originals and nondescripts, more frequent in German Universities than elsewhere; of whom, though you see them alive, and feel certain enough that they must have a History, no History seems to be discoverable; or only such as men give of mountain rocks and antediluvian ruins : That they have been created by unknown agencies, are in a state of gradual decay, and for the present reflect light and resist pressure; that is, are visible and tangible objects in this phantasm world, where so much other mystery is. It was to be remarked that though, by title and diploma, Professor der AUerley- Wisscnschaft^ or as we should say in English, ' Professor of Things in General,' he had never delivered any Course ; perhaps never been incited thereto by any public furtherance or requisition. To all appearance, the enlightened Government of Weissnichtwo, in founding REMINISCENCES. 15 their New University, imagined they had done enough, if ' in times like ours,' as the half-official Program expressed it, 'when all things are, rapidly or slowly, resolving them- * selves into Chaos, a Professorship of this kind had been ' established ; whereby, as occasion called, the task of ' bodying somewhat forth again from such Chaos might be, ' even slightly, facilitated.' That actual Lectures should be held, and Public Classes for the ' Science of Things in General,' they doubtless considered premature ; on which ground too they had only established the Professorship, nowise endowed it ; so that Teufelsdrockh, ' recommended by the highest Names,' had been promoted thereby to a Name merely. Great, among the more enlightened classes, was the admiration of this new Professorship : how an enlightened Government had seen into the Want of the Aa'e iZeitbediirfniss) ; how at length, instead of Denial and Destruction, we were to have a science of Affirmation and Reconstruction ; and Germany and Weissnichtwo were where they should be, in the vanguard of the world. Con- siderable also was the wonder at the new Professor, dropt opportunely enough into the nascent University ; so able to lecture, should occasion call ; so ready to hold his peace for indefinite periods, should an enlightened Government consider that occasion did not call. But such admiration and such wonder, being followed by no act to keep them living, could last only nine days ; and, long before our visit to that scene, had quite died away. The more cunning heads thought it was all an expiring clutch at popularity, on the part of a Minister, whom domestic embarrassments, court intrigues, old age, and dropsy soon afterwards finally drove from the helm. As for Teufelsdrockh, except by his nightly appearances i6 SARTOR RES ART US. at the Grihie Cans, Weissnichtwo saw little of him, felt little of him. Here, over his tumbler of Gukguk, he sat reading Journals; sometimes contemplatively looking into the clouds of his tobacco-pipe, without other visible employ- ment : always, from his mild ways, an agreeable phenom- enon there ; more especially when he opened his lips for speech : on which occasions the whole Coffee-house would hush itself into silence, as if sure to hear something note- worthy. Nay, perhaps to hear a whole series and river of the most memorable utterances; such as, when once thawed, he would for hours indulge in, with fit audience : and the more memorable, as issuing from a head apparently not more interested in them, not more conscious of them, than is the sculptured stone head of some public fountain, which through its brass mouth-tube emits water to the worthy and the unworthy ; careless whether it be for cooking victuals or quenching conflagrations ; indeed, main- tains the same earnest assiduous look, whether any water be flowing or not. To the Editor of these sheets, as to a young enthusiastic Englishman, however unworthy, Teufelsdrockh opened him- self perhaps more than to the most. Pity only that we could not then half guess his importance, and scrutinise him with due power of vision ! We enjoyed, what not three men in Weissnichtwo could boast of, a certain degree of access to the Professor's private domicile. It was the attic floor of the highest house in the Wahngasse ; and might truly be called the pinnacle of Weissnichtwo, for it rose sheer up above the contiguous roofs, themselves rising from elevated ground. Moreover, with its windows it looked towards all the four Orte^ or as the Scotch say, and we ought to s2iy,Airis: the sitting-room itself commanded tliree ; another came to view in the Schlafgemach (bed-room) at the REMINISCENCES. 17 opposite end ; to say nothing of the kitchen, which offered two, as it were, duplicates^ and showing nothing new. So that it was in fact the speculum or watch-tower of Teufels- drockh ; wherefrom, sitting at ease, he might see the whole life-circulation of that considerable City ; the streets and lanes of which, with all their doing and driving {Thun und Treibe?i), were for the most part visible there. " I look down into all that w^asp-nest or bee-hive," have we heard him say, " and witness their wax-laying and "honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by " sulphur. From the Palace esplanade, where music plays " while Serene Highness is pleased to eat his victuals, down " to the low lane, where in her door-sill the aged widow, " knitting for a thin livelihood, sits to feel the afternoon sun, " I see it all ; for, except the Schlosskirche weathercock, no " biped stands so high. Couriers arrive bestrapped and " bebooted, bearing Joy and Sorrow bagged-up in pouches " of leather : there, topladen, and with four swift horses, "rolls-in the country Baron and his household; here, on " timber-leg, the lame Soldier hops painfully along, begging "alms: a thousand carriages, and wains, and cars, come " tumbling-in with Food, with young Rusticity, and other " Raw Produce, inanimate or animate, and go tumbling " out again with Produce manufactured. That living flood, " pouring through these streets, of all qualities and ages, "knowest thou whence it is coming, whither it is going? ^^ Aus der Ewigkeit^ zu der Ewigkeit hin : From Eternity, " onwards to Eternity ! These are Apparitions : what else ? " Are they not Souls rendered visible : in Bodies, that took "shape and will lose it, melting into air? Their solid " Pavement is a Picture of the Sense ; they walk on the " bosom of Nothing, blank Time is behind them and before " them. Or fanciest thou, the red and yellow Clothes- B i8 SARTOR RESARTUS. " screen yonder, with spurs on its heels and feather in its ♦'crown, is but of Today, without a Yesterday or a Tomor- " row ; and had not rather its Ancestor ahve when Hengst " and Horsa overran thy Island ? Friend, thou seest here " a living link in that Tissue of History, which inweaves all " Being: watch well, or it will be past thee, and seen no more." " Ach, vicin Lieber /" said he once, at midnight, when we had returned from the Coffee-house in rather earnest talk, "it is a true sublimity to dwell here. These fringes of '■' lamplight, struggling up through smoke and thousandfold " exhalation, some fathoms into the ancient reign of Night, " what thinks Bootes of them, as he leads his Hunting-Dogs " over the Zenith in their leash of sidereal fire ? That '•' stifled hum of IMidnight, when Traffic has lain dovsni to " rest ; and the chariot-wheels of Vanity, still rolling here " and there through distant streets, are bearing her to Halls " roofed-in, and lighted to the due pitch for her ; and only " Vice and iSlisery, to prowl or to moan like nightbirds, " are abroad : that hum, I say, like the stertorous, unquiet " slumber of sick Life, is heard in Heaven ! Oh, under '• that hideous coverlet of vapours, and putrefactions, and " unimaginable gases, what a Fermenting- vat lies simmering *• and hid ! The joyful and the sorrowful are there ; men '•are dying there, men are being born; men are praying, — "on the other side of a brick partition, men are cursing; " and around them all is the vast, void Night. The proud " Grandee still lingers in his perfumed saloons, or reposes "within damask curtains; Wretchedness cowers into '• truckle-beds, or shivers hunger-stricken into its lair of "straw: in obscure cellars, Rouge-et-Noir languidly emits " its voice-of-destiny to haggard hungry Villains ; while "Councillors of State sit plotting, and playing their high "chess-game, whereof the pawns are Men. The Lover REMINISCENCES. 19 "whispers his mistress that the coach is ready; and she, " full of hope and fear, glides down, to fly with him over " the borders : the Thief, still more silently, sets-to his " picklocks and crowbars, or lurks in wait till the watchmen " first snore in their boxes. Gay mansions, with supper- " rooms and dancing-rooms, are full of light and music and " high-swelling hearts ; but, in the Condemned Cells, the " pulse of life beats tremulous and faint, and bloodshot eyes "look-out through the darkness, which is around and " within, for the light of a stern last morning. Six men are " to be hanged on the morrow : comes no hammering from " the Rabenstein ? — their gallows must even now be o' " building. Upwards of five-hundred-thousand two-legged " animals without feathers lie round us, in horizontal " positions ; their heads all in nightcaps, and full of the " foolishest dreams. Riot cries aloud, and staggers and " swaggers in his rank dens of shame ; and the Mother, "with streaming hair, kneels over her pallid dying infant, " whose cracked lips only her tears now moisten. — All these "heaped and huddled together, with nothing but a little " carpentry and masonry between them ; — crammed in, like " salted fish in their barrel ; — or weltering, shall I say, like "an Egyptian pitcher of tamed vipers, each struggling to " get its head above the others : such work goes on under " that smoke-counterpane ! — But I, mein Werther^ sit above " it all ; I am alone with the Stars." We looked in his face to see whether, in the utterance of such extraordinary Night-thoughts, no feeling might be traced there ; but with the light we had, which indeed was only a single tallow-light, and far enough from the window, nothing save that old calmness and fixedness was visible. These were the Professor's talking seasons : most com- monly he spoke in mere monosyllables, or sat altogether 20 SARTOR RESARTUS. silent and smoked ; while the visitor had liberty either to say what he listed, receiving for answer an occasional grunt; or to look round for a space, and then take himself away. It was a strange apartment ; full of books and tattered papers, and miscellaneous shreds of all conceivable sub- stances, * united in a common element of dust.' Books lay on tables, and below tables ; here fluttered a sheet of manuscript, there a torn handkerchief, or nightcap hastily thrown aside ; ink-bottles alternated with bread-crusts, coffee- pots, tobacco-boxes. Periodical Literature, and Bliicher Boots. Old Lieschen (Lisekin, 'Liza), who was his bed- maker and stove-lighter, his washer and wringer, cook, errand-maid, and general lion's-provider, and for the rest a very orderly creature, had no sovereign authority in this last citadel of Teufelsdrockh ; only some once in the month she half-forcibly made her way thither, with broom and duster, and (Teufelsdrockh hastily saving his manuscripts) effected a partial clearance, a jail-delivery of such lumber as was not Literar)'. These were her Erdbehen (earthquakes), which Teufelsdrockh dreaded worse than the pestilence ; neverthe- less, to such length he had been forced to comply. Glad would he have been to sit here philosophising forever, or till the litter, by accumulation, drove him out of doors : but Lieschen was his right-arm, and spoon, and necessary of life, and would not be flatly gainsayed. We can still remember the ancient woman ; so silent that some thought her dumb ; deaf also you would often have supposed her ; for Teufelsdrockh, and Teufelsdrockh only, would she serve or give heed to ; and with him she seemed to communicate chiefly by signs ; if it were not rather by some secret divina- tion that she guessed all his wants, and supplied them. Assiduous old dame ! she scoured, and sorted, and swept, in her kitchen, with the least possible violence to the ear ; REMINISCENCES. 21 yet all was tight and right there : hot and black came the coffee ever at the due moment ; and the speechless Lieschen herself looked out on you, from under her clean white coif with its lappets, through her clean withered face and wrinkles, with a look of helpful intelligence, almost of benevolence. Few strangers, as above hinted, had admittance hither : the only one we ever saw there, ourselves excepted, was the Hofrath Heuschrecke, already known, by name and expectation, to the readers of these pages. To us, at that period, Herr Heuschrecke seemed one of those purse- mouthed, crane-necked, clean-brushed, pacific individuals, perhaps sufficiently distinguished in society by this fact, that, in dry weather or in wet, ' they never appear without their umbrella.' Had we not known with what ' little wisdom ' the world is governed ; and how, in Germany as elsewhere, the ninety-and-nine Public Men can for most part be but mute train-bearers to the hundredth, perhaps but stalking-horses and willing or unwilling dupes, — it might have seemed wonderful how Herr Heuschrecke should be named a Rath^ or Councillor, and Counsellor, even in Weissnichtwo. What counsel to any man, or to any woman, could this particular Hofrath give ; in whose loose, zigzag figure , in whose thin visage, as it went jerking to and fro, in minute incessant fluctuation, — you traced rather confusion worse confounded ; at most. Timidity and physical Cold ? Some indeed said withal, he was ' the very Spirit of Love embodied :' blue earnest eyes, full of sadness and kindness ; purse ever open, and so forth ; the whole of which, we shall now hope, for many reasons, was not quite groundless. Nevertheless friend Teufelsdrockh's outline, who indeed handled the burin like few in these cases, was probably the best : Er hat Gemiith und Geist, hat weitigstens gehabt, dock 22 SARTOR RESARTUS. ohne Organ, ohne Schicksals-Gunst ; ist gegenwdrtig aber halb-zerriittet, halb-erstarri, " He has heart and talent, at least has had such, yet without fit mode of utterance, or favour of Fortune; and so is now half-cracked, half- congealed."— What the Hofrath shall think of this when he sees it, readers may wonder : we, safe in the stronghold of Historical Fidelity, are careless. The main point, doubtless, for us all, is his love of Teufelsdrockh, which indeed was also by far the most decisive feature of Heuschrecke himself. We are enabled to assert that he hung on the Professor with the fondness of a Boswell for his Johnson. And perhaps with the like return ; for Teufelsdrockh treated his gaunt admirer with little outward regard, as some half-rational or altogether irrational friend, and at best loved him out of gratitude and by habit. On the other hand, it was curious to observe with what reverent kindness, and a sort of fatherly protec- tion, our Hofrath, being the elder, richer, and as he fondly imagined far more practically influential of the two, looked and tended on his little Sage, whom he seemed to consider as a living oracle. Let but Teufelsdrockh open his mouth, Heuschrecke's also unpuckered itself into a free doorway, besides his being all eye and all ear, so that nothing might be lost : and then, at every pause in the harangue, he gurgled- out his pursy chuckle of a cough-laugh (for the machinery of laughter took some time to get in motion, and seemed crank and slack), or else his twanging nasal. Bravo ! Das glaub' ich ; in either case, by way of heartiest approval. In short, if Teufelsdrockh was Dalai-Lama, of which, except perhaps in his self-seclusion, and god-like indifference, there was no symptom, then might Heuschrecke pass for his chief Talapoin, to whom no dough-pill he could knead and publish was other than medicinal and sacred. CHARACTERISTICS. 23 In such environment, social, domestic, physical, did Teufelsdrockh, at the time of our acquaintance, and most likely does he still, live and meditate. Here, perched-up in his high Wahngasse watch-tower, and often, in solitude, outwatching the Bear, it was that the indomitable Inquirer fought all his battles with Dulness and Darkness ; here, in all probability, that he wrote this surprising Volume on Clothes. Additional particulars : of his age, which was of that standing middle sort you could only guess at ; of his wide surtout; the colour of his trousers, fashion of his brjad-brimmed steeple-hat, and so forth, we might report, but do not. The Wisest truly is, in these times, the Greatest; so that an enlightened curiosity, leaving Kings and suchlike to rest very much on their own basis, turns more and more to the Philosophic Class : nevertheless, what reader expects that, with all our writing and reporting, Teufelsdrockh could be brought home to him, till once the Documents arrive ? His Life, Fortunes, and Bodily Presence, are as yet hidden from us, or matter only of faint conjecture. But, on the other hand, does not his Soul lie enclosed in this remarkable Volume, much more truly than Pedro Garcia's did in the buried Bag of Doubloons ? To the soul of Diogenes Teufelsdrockh, to his opinions, namely, on the 'Origin and Influence of Clothes,' we for the present gladly return. CHAPTER IV. CHARACTERISTICS. It were a piece of vain flattery to pretend that this Work on Clothes entirely contents us ; that it is not, like all works of genius, like the very Sun, which, though the highest 24 SARTOR RESARTUS. published creation, or work of genius, has nevertheless black spots and troubled nebulosities amid its effulgence, — a mixture of insight, inspiration, with dulness, double-vision, and even utter blindness. Without committing ourselves to those enthusiastic praises and prophesyings of the Weissnichiwo'sche Anzeiger^ we admitted that the Book had in a high degree excited us to self-activity, which is the best effect of any book ; that it had even operated changes in our way of thought ; nay, ^ that it promised to prove, as it were, the opening of a new mine-shaft, wherein the whole world of Speculation might henceforth dig to unknown depths. More especially it may now be declared that Professor Teufelsdrockh's acquire- ments, patience of research, philosophic and even poetic vigour, are here made indisputably manifest ; and unhappily no less his prolixity and tortuosity and manifold ineptitude; that, on the whole, as in opening new mine-shafts is not unreasonable, there is much rubbish in his Book, though likewise specimens of almost invaluable ore. A paramount popularity in England we cannot promise him. Apart from the choice of such a topic as Clothes, too often the manner of treating it betokens in the Author a rusticity and academic seclusion, unblamable, indeed inevitable in a German, but fatal to his success with our public. Of good society Teufelsdrockh appears to have seen little, or has mostly forgotten what he saw. He speaks-out with a strange plainness ; calls many things by their mere dictionary names. To him the Upholsterer is no Pontiff, neither is any Drawing-room a Temple, were it never so begilt and overhung : ' a whole immensity of Brussels 'carpets, and pier-glasses, and or-molu,' as he himself expresses it, ' cannot hide from me that such Drawing-room ' is simply a section of Infinite Space, where so many God- CHARACTERISTICS, 25 ' created Souls do for the time meet together.' To Teufels- drockh the highest Duchess is respectable, is venerable ; but nowise for her pearl bracelets and Malines laces : in his eyes, the star of a Lord is little less and little more than the broad button of Birmingham spelter in a Clown's smock ; 'each is an implement,' he says, 'in its kind; a tag for ' hookhig-iogether ; and, for the rest, was dug from the earth, ' and hammered on a stithy before smiih's fingers.' Thus does the Professor look in men's faces with a strange impar- tiality, a strange scientific freedom ; like a man unversed in the higher circles, like a man dropped thither from the Moon. Rightly considered, it is in this peculiarity, running through his whole system of thought, that all these short- comings, over-shootings, and multiform perversities, take rise : if indeed they have not a second source, also natural enough, in his Transcendental Philosophies, and humour of looking at all Matter and Material things as Spirit ; whereby truly his case were but the more hopeless, the more lamentable. To the Thinkers of this nation, however, of which class it is firmly believed there are individuals yet extant, we can safely recommend the Work : nay, who knows but among the fashionable ranks too, if it be true, as Teufelsdrockh maintains, that ' within the most starched cravat there ' passes a windpipe and weasand, and under the thickliest ' embroidered waistcoat beats a heart,' — the force of that rapt earnestness may be felt, and here and there an arrow of the soul pierce through ? In our wild Seer, shaggy, unkempt, like a Baptist living on locusts and wild honey, there is an untutored energy, a silent, as it were unconscious, strength, which, except in the higher walks of Literature, must be rare. ISIany a deep glance, and often with unspeak- able precision, has he cast into mysterious Nature, and the 26 SARTOR RESARTUS. still more mysterious Life of Man. Wonderful it is with what cutting words, now and then, he severs asunder the confusion; shears down, were it furlongs deep, into the true centre of the matter ; and there not only hits the nail on the head, but with crushing force smites it home, and buries it.— On the other hand, let us be free to admit, he is the most unequal writer breathing. Often after some such feat, he will play truant for long pages, and go dawd- ling and dreaming, and mumbling and maundering the merest commonplaces, as if he were asleep with eyes open, which indeed he is. Of his boundless Learning, and how all reading and literature in most known tongues, from Sancho7iiatho7i to Dr. Lwgard, from your Oriental Shasters, and Tahiuds, and Korans, with Cassini's Sia?nese Tables, and Laplace's Mecanique Celeste, down to Robmson Crusoe and the Belfast To7vn ajid Coufitry Ahnajiack, are familiar to him, — we shall say nothing : for unexampled as it is with us, to the Germans such universality of study passes without wonder, as a thing commendable, indeed, but natural, indispensable, and there of course. A man that devotes his hfe to learning, shall he not be learned ? In respect of style our Author manifests the same genial capability, marred too often by the same rudeness, inequality, and apparent want of intercourse with the higher classes. Occasionally, as above hinted, we find consummate vigour, a true inspiration ; his burning thoughts step forth in fit burning words, like so many full-formed Alinervas, issuing amid flame and splendour from Jove's head ; a rich, idiomatic diction, picturesque allusions, fiery poetic em- phasis, or quaint tricksy turns ; all the graces and terrors of a wild Imagination, wedded to the clearest Intellect, alter- ' nate in beautiful vicissitude. Were it not that sheer sleeping CHARACTERISTICS. 27 and soporific passages ; circumlocutions, repetitions, touches even of pure doting jargon, so often intervene ! On the whole, Professor Teufelsdrockh is not a cultivated writer. Of his sentences perhaps not more than nine-tenths stand straight on their legs ; the remainder are in quite angular attitudes, buttressed-up by props (of parentheses and dashes), and ever with this or the other tagrag hanging from them ; - a few even sprawl-out helplessly on all sides, quite broken- backed and dismembered. Nevertheless, in almost his very v.^orst moods, there lies in him a singular attraction. A wild tone pervades the whole utterance of the man, like its keynote and regulator ; now screwing itself aloft as into the Song of Spirits, or else the shrill mockery of Fiends ; now sinking in cadences, not without melodious heartiness, though sometimes abrupt enough, into , the common pitch, when we hear it only as a monotonous hum ; of which hum the true character is extremely difficult to fix. Up to this hour we have never fully satisfied ourselves whether it is a tone and hum of real Humour, which we reckon among the \l very highest qualities of genius, or some echo of mere Insanity and Inanity, which doubtless ranks below the very lowest. Under a like difficulty, in spite even of our personal intercourse, do we still lie with regard to the Professor's moral feeling. Gleams of an ethereal love burst forth from him, soft waiHngs of infinite pity ; he could clasp the whole Universe into his bosom, and keep it warm ; it seems as if under that rude exterior there dwelt a very seraph. Then again he is so sly and still, so imperturbably saturnine j shows such indifference, malign coolness towards all that men strive after ; and ever with some half-visible wrinkle of a bitter sardonic humour, if indeed it be not mere stolid callousness, — that you look on him almost with a shudder. 28 SARTOR RESARTUS. as on some incarnate Mephistopheles, to whom this great terrestrial and celestial Round, after all, were but some hu.cje foolish Whirligig, where kings and beggars, and angels and demons, and stars and street-sweepings, were chaotic- ally whirled, in which only children could take interest. His look, as we mentioned, is probably the gravest ever seen : yet it is not of that cast-iron gravity frequent enough among our own Chancery suitors ; but rather the gravity as of some silent, high-encircled mountain-pool, perhaps the crater of an extinct volcano ; into whose black deeps you fear to gaze : those eyes, those lights that sparkle in it, may indeed be reflexes of the heavenly Stars, but perhaps also glances from the region of Nether JFire ! Certainly a most involved, self-secluded, altogether enigmatic nature, this of Teufelsdrockh ! Here, however, we gladly recall to mind that once we saw him laui^h; once only, perhaps it was the first and last time in his life ; but then such a peal of laughter, enough to have awakened the Seven Sleepers ! It was of Jean Paul's doing : some single billow in that vast World-Mahlstrom of Humour, with its heaven-kissing coruscations, which is now, alas, all congealed in the frost of death ! The large-bodied Poet and the small, both large enough in soul, sat talking miscellaneously together, the present Editor being privi- leged to listen ; and now Paul, in his serious way, was giving one of those inimitable ' Extra-harangues ; ' and, as it chanced, On the Proposal for a Cast-metal Kiiig : gradually a light kindled in our Professor's eyes and face, a beaming, mantling, loveliest light ; through those murky features, a radiant, ever-young Apollo looked ; and he burst forth like the neighing of all Tattersall's, — tears streamin