TC TO JOHN FORSTER; 21 October 1848; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18481021-TC-JF-01; CL 23: 140
TC TO JOHN FORSTER
Chelsea, 21 Octr, 1848—
Next Sunday, then; let that be the day.1 Five o'clock, and no mistake!
If your Irish friend know anything of poor Duffy, ask him. The fate of that brave young man, enveloped in the big O'Connell humbug, whirled hither and thither in it, and flung out on such a desolate strand, to be the prey of Law-jackals, is very sad to me! For all that has come and gone, I know not of a better man within that Island.— The big blustering blarneying Demagogos of an O',2—he is the damnable element in all that; he, and such of your Whig friends as abetted him, and “governed Ireland” by means of him, the unhappy creatures!—
Do not forget Lindo either,—especially if you go to the L.3 Committee this afternoon.
Till tomorrow week, then—
Yours always /