“To the full extent you shall have them. The only condition I require is, the credit of originality, which I have laboriously earned. Please to drop me a line in reply to this, and allow me to subscribe myself, with great respect,--Dear sir, your obedient, “HENRY O’BRIEN. “Godfrey Higgins, Esq.” (No. 6.) “_May 3, 1833._ “MY DEAR O’BRIEN,--You may be perfectly assured I shall print nothing which I have learned from you without acknowledging it. But I have really forgotten what you told me, because I considered that I should see it in print _in a few days_. Anything I shall write on the subject will not be printed for years after your books have been before the public. You did not tell me the name of Buddha, but I told it you, that it was Saca, or Saca-sa,[36] which I have already printed a hundred times, and can show you in my great quarto, when you take your tea with me, as I hope you will to-morrow. _Sir W. Betham_ told me of the fire-towers being Phalluses last night at the Antiquarian Society.--Yours truly, “G. HIGGINS.” Who, now, can pretend to think that the _neutralising award_ of the “Council” was the effect of scepticism or legitimate doubt? Here Sir William Betham, the Ulster King-at-Arms! the Goliath of _antiquaries_!--as he is, undoubtedly, of _pedigrees_,--being himself a _member_ of the “deciding tribunal,”--proclaims, in the midst of a venerable literary assembly, that _my solution_ of the Round Tower enigma is accurate; and yet in the _teeth_ of this _confession_, and of the _conviction_ which _extorted_ it, he joins in voting away _my medal_ to a _compilation of errors_, and in substituting thereinstead twenty pounds! (No. 7.) “LONDON, _May 2, 1833_. “DEAR DR. SINGER,--I exceedingly grieve to hear of your ill-health. Its announcement, I assure you, made me look within myself, and for a moment lose sight of my own hardships. I hope, however, that you are now so far recovered as to send me a favourable answer to this my _last_ appeal. “Taking it for certain that the Academy’s having not replied to the tenor of my late intimation arose from the circumstance of there having been no ‘Council day’ since; and, as I anticipate, that on Monday next my _question_ will be _finally_ disposed of, I am anxious, for the good of _all parties_, and for the _triumph_ of _truth_, to show you in _one view_ how I have amputated the last _supports_ of error, and covered its advocates with ignominy and shame. * * * * * “Thus _every leaf_ unfolds _evidences_ to the _realisation_ of _my victory_. I took my stand at the outset on the pedestal of _truth_; and I challenge scrutiny to insinuate that, in the _multiplied developments_ which I have since revealed, I have deviated from my _grand_ position one single iota.