TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD ; 5 June 1846; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18460605-TC-EF-01; CL 20: 202
TC TO EDWARD FITZGERALD
Chelsea, 5 june, 1846—
You resemble the man in Oliver's Speech who left due Legacies to all his friends, but did not specify where the funds were! You resemble him, but in a reverse way: there is no “Account”1 of Browne's or of anybody's “here inclosed”;—pray let me have it as soon as your leisure allows. Of course there need be no bother of hurry or the like in paying it till the opportunity offer; but also there need be no delay,—and if B. or you have a Banker here, there is a man at Dumfries whom it will be handiest of all for me to direct to settle the matter.2 At all events having fairly bequeathed the legacies, we demand of you, Where are the funds?—
You are lucky to have escaped from this Baker's Oven into green places.3 It is growing horrible: if this heat hold, we shall have to fly for life before long. Whitherward? is a question not yet in the least answered: Ireland, I think, does not grow much in favour; but in fact all is yet uncertain.
The Printer's men have all gone to drink in the Whitsuntide rejoicings, and left him and Cromwell sticking within a single step of the end.
Pity the “Children in the Furnace,”4—near two millions of us! My poor horse has got a cold too, and cannot ride.
Yours ever truly /