52 THE LETTERS OF THEOBALD WOLFE TONE. 53 own-and it was written to pass the eye of any officer gone home and in North Street on my way to of the English Government into whose hands it might R. Simms-when I awoke myself crying in an fall. It was not signed. extasy-" I'm in Ireland, I'm in Ireland, I'm in Belfast," and I cried in good earnest to find I was October 9th, 1796. not. Oh, this dreadful Buonaparte, there is no My Dear Tom, knowing what he may not do. We set off to-morrow for the back countries, I hinted to you in my last that your friend and I cannot begin my journey without bidding "yes, yes, and no, no" gave us much pain. I you farewell. We are all in the highest health and want the Doctor to write to you about him, but he spirits, and every precaution is taken to make does not like to do it, he says he hopes there is no our journey easy and pleasant. I fired at you danger of him; to be sure the Doctor knows best, some time since by Cork, and my heart has smote but I'm not satisfied. me for it ever since. "My dear" says I, 'this Never can I find words to express my gratitude is a poor wretch"- but yet I have a little against to Dr. Reynolds for his kindness and animated thee." Why did you write as if I was a Fit? You attention to us since we came here ; he is one of my will judge better than I can express the delight first favourites. I never knew a man possessed of I feel at the prospect of joining my husband, it better principles or finer feelings. has no alloy but the sad news we got yesterday Remember me with sincere affection to all my of the total defeat of the Austrians in Italy and the dear friends, particularly Jane, but don't forget deplorable state to which the poor Emperor and my* Never fear, a day will certainly the German Princes are reduced there is nothing come when everyone may do right and be happy, so horribly afflicts us as the misfortunes of princes. at present, they are incompatible. I will write a A begging prince what beggar pities not," as the few lines to Robert Simms. I hope you will get sublime bard hath it. Oh, for Fortunatus Hat that I this safe, but we don't know what to hope (or) might look on you all before I set off. I could see fear from these desperate French. Sam Neilson and his sweet little wife and children. Ever yours. Do you know I dreamed the other night I was Letter illegible.