London, January, 1848.

* * * Trade continues exceedingly dull; and there is great distress and disease throughout the country. In London alone the deaths are more than double the usual average. In Ireland, there is murder among the rich, and death by famine among the poor, as usual. The Alliance (a recent political organization having for its object the extension of the popular vote to every sane adult male, and of which the writer is Secretary) is making progress; although, in consequence of our present commercial crisis, it is up-hill work. The cause of liberty and equality throughout the world, is destined ere long, to achieve a complete and final triumph. . . . We shall be glad to see your Star. It is a pity it is called a Northern one. We have one of that name here; and I fear yours will be sometimes quoted in this country, and mistaken for O’Connor’s. I am glad to hear of Garrison’s recovery.

T. D.