Jean Paul, the beautiful!the good man, and the wise teacher, with poetic stuff in him sufficient to have floated an argosy of modern writers,this great, imaginative Jean Paul was for a long time Carlyle's idol, whom he reverently and affectionately studied.

It sometimes pays to send our argosies across the seas,to make investments with an eye to slow but sure returns.

when it dreams of and clings to that thought of meeting, as the life and vital blood of to-morrow!when the heart is liquidthe eyes moist with tendernessthe warp of thought woven of golden threadat such a moment for the blow of the wave to fall, and drown the precious argosy with all its freight of love, and hope, and memorythis is the supreme agony of youth, the last and most refined of tortures.