But it is a very different matter when a man is transplanted at thirty-three." Making, as always, the best of everything, he was quite ready to allow that he might have been placed in a still less agreeable situation.

In the following extract from a letter to his friend, Mrs.Drummond, there is much which will come home to those who are old enough to remember how vastly the Dublin of 1837 differed, for the worse, from the Dublin of 1875, "It now seems likely that you may remain in Ireland for years.
I cannot conceive what has induced you to submit to such an exile.
I declare, for my own part, that, little as I love Calcutta, I would rather stay here than be settled in the Phoenix Park.

The last residence which I would choose would be a place with all the plagues, and none of the attractions, of a capital; a provincial city on fire with factions political and religious, peopled by raving Orangemen and raving Repealers, and distracted by a contest between Protestantism as fanatical as that of Knot and Catholicism as fanatical as that of Bonner.

We have our share of the miseries of life in this country.
We are annually baked four months, boiled four more, and allowed the remaining four to become cool if we can.

At this moment, the sun is blazing like a furnace.