“And the last note is shorter than the
first.” I totally despair of ever writing you a legitimate letter
again, and you have met with a more formidable rival in O’Donnel, of Tirconnel, than all your
jealous brain ever fancied in Generals, Aides-de-Camp, and Dublin Lawyers. I have not yet got through the Pacata, and have
obtained permission to keep it another day. I delight in my story, and my hero,
and shall throw myself tête
baissée this winter to the best of passions—Love
and Fame. Heaven send the latter do not find its
extinction in the former, and depend upon it, dear, had
I asked your leave to stay in Dublin three months, you
would have knocked me down. I will do all you desire on the subject of odious
business, and I shall write to you (barring O’Donnel) to-morrow, fully on it, and if I do not, believe, as Sappho says, “the less my words, the more my love appears.”
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