Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed

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[Edward] Hudson, a remarkably fine and handsome young man, who could not have been, at that time, more than two or three and twenty years of age, was the nephew of Hudson, a celebrated Dublin dentist. Though educated merely for the purposes of his profession, he was full of zeal and ardour for everything connected with the fine arts; drew with much taste himself, and was passionately devoted to Irish music. He had with great industry collected and transcribed all our most beautiful airs, and used to play them with much feeling on the flute. I attribute, indeed, a good deal of my own early acquaintance with our music, if not the warm interest which I have since taken in it, to the many hours I passed at this time of my life tête-à-tête with Edward Hudson, — now trying over the sweet melodies of our country, now talking with indignant feeling of her sufferings and wrongs.

excerpt from 'Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed' pp. 48–49 (159 words)

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