I also conversed with Young
Ireland in a confidential manner; for Young Ireland, really
meaning what it says, is worth a little talk: the Heroism and
Patriotism of a new generation; welling fresh and new from the
breasts of Nature; and already poisoned by O'Connellism and the
_Old_ Irish atmosphere of bluster, falsity, fatuity, into one
knows not what. Very sad to see. On the whole, no man ought,
for any cause, to speak lies, or have anything to do with _lies;_
but either hold his tongue, or speak a bit of the truth: that is
the meaning of a _tongue,_ people used to know!--Ireland was not
the place to console my sorrows. I returned home very sad out of
Ireland;--and indeed have remained one of the saddest, idlest,
most useless of Adam's sons ever since; and do still remain so.
I care not to _write_ anything more,--so it seems to me at
present. I am in my vacant interlunar cave (I suppose that is
the truth);--and I ought to wrap my mantle round me, and lie, if
dark, _silent_ also. But, alas, I have wasted almost all your
poor sheet first!--
Miss Fuller came duly as you announced; was welcomed for your
sake and her own.
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