To John Tyndall, Snr   June 12th, 1842.

Cork | June 12th, 1842.

My dear Father

This is to let you know that I arrived safe and sound in Cork on Friday at half past 3 o’clock, having cut my way gallantly thro’ volumes of dust which the small breeze with which we were favoured scattered abroad in the most liberal profusion. I was as white as if the contents of half a dozen of the Milford conductors¹ were heaved on me. I dashed into Carberry’s,² however, ran up stairs and pushed in the door of my little room without any ceremony. There to my no small surprise an old lady was seated, and strange to say seemed quite at ease. She appeared in fact as if she thought that she had a right to sit there. Upon enquiry, I found that she had taken the place during my absence. I contrived however to wash myself and change my shirt. Mrs McCarthy told me that the house was engaged but at the same time kindly said that she would contrive to accommodate me until I could procure lodgings. Having finished my scrubbing I started out to see some of my old comrades. I was just in time to bid Foy farewell. He started for Liverpool at 5 o’clock on the evening in question. Well, travelling has arrived at a pitch of great perfection. On Friday morning I might be seen watching the rising sun at the hole in the wall on Irish road, on the evening of the same day I might be seen on board the ‘Ocean’ steamer,³ helping Foy to get his luggage packed. Having seen Foy off I started in quest of lodgings. I was not long in procuring them. I am snugly situated in Pine Street, where two of our lads have been living this good while. We three now form a mess, so that I am not at all lonesome. I’m just going down to see Mrs Payne so I must conclude. Tell my mother that I’m as snug as a thrustle.⁴

Your affectionate son | John Tyndall

Direct your letters to me at Mrs Cotters No 6 Pine Street

RI MS JT 1/10/3273

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