The letter excerpt was from a biography done by his friend, J. W. Calcraft, in 1852, Dublin University Magazine.
Yeah, the President was weighed down. . . the main cargo of cotton bales. Imagine being dragged down by that weight when soaked.
Ah, I recognize the part of his poem you highlighted. Do you know if the wooden tablet on which this poem was written upon yet exists at the Blanford church grounds and/or has been salvaged/preserved?
