of “the sensuous literature of the Greeks,”
and preferred the Norse to the Hellenic mythology.
Even in his admirable critical essays on Burns, on
Richter, on Scott, Diderot, and Voltaire, which are
free from his later mannerism—written in
English, and not in Carlylese—his sense
of spirit is always more lively than his sense of
form. He finally became so impatient of art as
to maintain—half-seriously—the
paradox that Shakspere would have done better to write
in prose. In three of these early essays—on
the Signs of the Times, 1829; on History,
1830, and on Characteristics, 1831—are
to be found the germs of all his later writings.
The first of these was an arraignment of the mechanical
spirit of the age. In every province of thought
he discovered too great a reliance upon systems, institutions,
machinery, instead of upon men. Thus, in religion,
we have Bible societies, “machines for converting
the heathen.” “In defect of Raphaels
and Angelos and Mozarts, we have royal academies of
painting, sculpture, music.” In like manner,
he complains, government is a machine. “Its
duties and faults are not those of a father, but of
an active parish-constable.” Against the
“police theory,” as distinguished from
the “paternal” theory, of government, Carlyle
protested with ever shriller iteration. In Chartism,
1839, Past and Present, 1843, and Latter-day
Pamphlets, 1850, he denounced this laissez faire
idea. The business of government, he repeated,
is to govern; but this view makes it its business
to refrain from governing. He fought most fiercely
against the conclusions of political economy, “the
dismal science” which, he said, affirmed that
men were guided exclusively by their stomachs.
He protested, too, against the Utilitarians, followers
of Bentham and Mill, with their “greatest happiness
principle,” which reduced virtue to a profit-and-loss
account. Carlyle took issue with modern liberalism;
he ridiculed the self-gratulation of the time, all
the talk about progress of the species, unexampled
prosperity, etc. But he was reactionary
without being conservative. He had studied the
French Revolution, and he saw the fateful, irresistible
approach of democracy. He had no faith in government
“by counting noses,” and he hated talking
Parliaments; but neither did he put trust in an aristocracy
that spent its time in “preserving the game.”
What he wanted was a great individual ruler; a real
king or hero; and this doctrine he set forth afterward
most fully in Hero Worship, 1841, and illustrated
in his lives of representative heroes, such as his
Cromwell’s Letters and Speeches, 1845,
and his great History of Frederick the Great,
1858-1865. Cromwell and Frederick were well enough;
but as Carlyle grew older his admiration for mere
force grew, and his latest hero was none other than
that infamous Dr. Francia, the South American dictator,
whose career of bloody and crafty crime horrified
the civilized world.