“. . . We came over here yesterday in an open carriage, 20 miles over the mountains in torrents of rain. . . . Mrs. Power is poor old Grattan’s niece—his sister’s daughter. Besides this, she is cousin to the great Irish wit, Chief Justice Burke, whose estate and residence join hers; and who, if you come to that, has been over here to see me this morning. . . . You don’t know, perhaps, that no man has more reputation in Ireland as a wit and Liberal than this Chief Justice Burke; and yet old Hutch, when he found I was going to Kilfane, was pleased to say:—‘Then you will see my cousin Burke. He is a man of great wit; he knows no law, and is false as hell.’”
