Marianne Houton, del Emery Walker Ph. Sc.
Margaret Henrietta Ford
1854.
say for a man who lives on an Irish mortgage; but those who have read Milesian and Iberian annals will take things coolly: son cosas de España y Irlanda, where peace and order are the exception, not the rule, and where row and blarney are as wholesome as fire to the salamander. I, however, wish we had a government. It would have been just as easy, instead of reading a sentence from a king’s speech, to have declared mooting repeal high treason.
There is no conciliating an enemy. Knock him down. “Hit him hardest in the weakest point,” once said the Iron Duke. Now enemies sneer and despise, and good friends are cooled and stand aloof. Peel’s unpopularity in the far west is daily increasing; low prices will ruin us all.
I set out to-morrow for town, having a week’s absence. I shall bring up Minaño, con muchas y muchissimas gracias. I have kept it an unconscionable while; but it has produced a bairn, which I shall beg your acceptance of: not much of a bairn, a Spanish parturition, a mouse from a mountain.
Minaño’s book, whatever people may say, is an admirable compilation. Handbook is written. Poor old Murray’s death has deranged the types in Albemarle Street, and these rows in Spain are