CHAPTER III.
GREAT BRITAIN SIXTY YEARS AGO (_Continued_) _Carlyle--Mrs.Baillie--The Young Queen--Napoleon_ One of the lions of whom I was in pursuit was Thomas Carlyle.

Very few Americans at that time had ever seen him, for he lived a very secluded and laborious life in a little brick house at Chelsea, in the southwest of London; and he rarely kept open doors.

His life was the opposite to that of Dickens and Macaulay, and he was never lionized, except when he went to Edinburgh to deliver his address before the University, years afterwards.

I sent him a note in which I informed him of the enthusiastic admiration which we college students felt for him, and that I desired to call and pay him my respects.

To my note he responded promptly: "You will be welcome to-morrow at three o'clock, the hour when I become accessible in my garret here." I found his "garret" to be a comfortable front room on the second floor of his modest home.