TC TO C. G. DUFFY; 26 November 1849; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18491126-TC-CGD-01; CL 24: 297-298
TC TO C. G. DUFFY
Dear Duffy—The inclosed blotch of writing is tumbling about my blotting-books for a while past; I ought to burn it at once; but, as penny-stamps have come into the world, prefer that you should have the pleasure of burning it. Do so, in Heaven's name; do what else you like: only don't (except to your own heart) speak of my mortal name in connexion with it! The thing wavers so between being something and being nothing, that—[i]n short, I think you ought to have the burning of it. “Fas et ab hoste,” “A friend with a surly severe face,” “From Mr Bramble's Arboretum Hibernicum,” &c &c some such reference, if you print any portion of it? do as you like,—only you are sworn to silence deep as death, mind that!1—
Have a care of that “Association”!2 Terrible quantity of cry for any symptom of wool3 that yet clearly appears. Nobody speaks sense (on the whole nobody there) but yourself. So in the Nation too.— Adieu, in haste.
Chelsea, 26 Novr 
Can you recommend to me a reasonable Collection of Irish Songs? I do not care how vulgar they are, how &c &c, provided only there be in any form a trace of human veracity and insight discernible in them.