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Dublin, Nov. 13th ‘82
Dear Jervy
Today I am 49---! How I have scattered my time: at 21 I was in Australia, at 44 in the Mammoth Cave, today in "Erin." I don’t think I shall “go bragh” any more when I once get settled down & have a fixed home---if ever. The girls are abed and I sit lonely with my pipe and [you?]. I won’t be ‘blue’ tho' derned if I will! Although there’s a tendency that way just now. I’ve heard sad things of poor [illegible] &
am really anxious about him. Two weeks ago, the date of my information, he was on his back at the Grand Hotel in N.[Y.?] with inflammatory rheumatism, helpless & in great pain. I have just sent him a few words of comfort, I hope, & directed the letter to the Century, as it may be that he has left the hotel, if possible to move him, and if you can expedite my letter to him do so, for at the Club his whereabouts, may be unknown. I am also worried about Downing---
am anxious to know if he is able to come & if so (his father cabled “yes”) when will he start? Both the girls are impatient & worried, although they feel sure the danger is past. Poor boy! I hope he has been with you & is all right again.
His coming will change our plan for the Spring. instead of going to Italy we will take a trip to America in April---at the close of my German engagements. Entre nous ---this is quite an [illegible] for Julia’s sake as for any other consideration; Europe has lost its charm for her now, but this is twixt her & [me?]
Everything here has been lovely---except the weather; full & fashionable house & sufficient puffery to satisfy the vainest heart, but as I have before remarked “sixpences isn’t dollars.” Five weeks more of English [drudgery?] & then for glory, or fizzle, in Die Vaterland: I expect the latter. Good night, my Jervy. Write often. Love to all our folks & friends---particularly to your dear parents.
Adieu!
Ever yours
Edwin