| Title: | Andrew Greenlees, Troy, New York to Parents [Ireland?] |
|---|---|
| ID | 1249 |
| Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
| File | Greenlees, Andrew/19 |
| Year | 1854 |
| Sender | Greenlees, Andrew |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | unknown |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Troy, New York, USA |
| Destination | Ireland |
| Recipient | unknown |
| Recipient Gender | male-female |
| Relationship | son to parents |
| Source | T 2046/4: Copied by Permission of Aiken Mc Clelland Esq. 3 Beechill Pk. Ave. Saintfield Rd. Belfast 8. #TYPE EMG Emigrant Letter from Andrew Greenlees, Troy, New York to his Parents: August 3 1854. |
| Archive | Public Record Office, N. Ireland |
| Doc. No. | 8911020 |
| Date | 03/08/1854 |
| Partial Date | |
| Doc. Type | EMG |
| Log | 13:11:1989 LT created 04:07:1990 JMR input 05:07:1 |
| Word Count | 1056 |
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| Transcript | Troy August 3rd 1854 my dear Parents once more I sit down to ad[d?]ress a few lines to you, hoping the[y?] will find you all well for this life and preparing for that which is to come, Death has once more been knocking at our door, Daniel - - Mr Dowall is numbered with the silent dead he died yesterday at one o clock he was buried to day [today?] and I am just now returned from the funeral from paying the last tribute of respect to a near and dear friend, but I have every reason to believe he has bid farewell to the sorrows of earth and exchanged them for the joys of Heaven we ought not therefore to mourn as th[ose?] who have no hope his mortal remains we have commit[t?]ed to the tomb in hopes of a Glorious ressurection [resurrection?], I suppose you are already aware he has been sick since ever he left home and from the first time I see him I had but little hopes of his recovery, I went over to see him last saturday night and found him very ill I stopped all night expecting he would not survive till morning he did survive and was a great deal better than he had been for sometime back I then left him and come home and after Church in the evening I returned to see him expecting that it would probably be the last time I would see him this side the grave [alive?] it proved to be so I saw him no more untill [until?] the spirit had fled to God who gave it he talked a good deal about death he felt he was going the way of all the living he talked much about Uncle John and Aunt Nancy Oh Andy said he to me I can now remember your Fathers advice which he gave me I now see the necessity of religeon [religion?] in a light which I never saw before he then became delireous [delirious?] and reason did not return untill [until?] a short time before he died when, he became quite sensible and told his mother that she must sit by him that day for it was his last one on earth he turned upon his face and after committing his soul to God in a short appropriate prayer he sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, Poor Uncle & Aunt are almost borne down with affliction nothing but one trouble after another since the[y?] come here I need hardly tell you of Roberts death as Alexander wrote to you and would tell you all the particulars I was boarding there at the time he died he was always very friendly with me if I had been his own son he could not have been more so, he asked me to make his house my home while I stopped in [Troy?] which I did while he lived and often upon the sabbath morning we walked out together to Church for he belonged to the second Presperian [Presbyterian?] church and was a member of good standing and respected by a large circle of friends and acquaintenances [acquaintances?], his death deeply felt both by his own and his Fathers family, but it is Gods will and who can stay his hand or say unto him what doest thou Alexander was unable to attend Daniels funeral he is in a very crictical [critical?] state of health he had to quit store keeping and go out to the country to see what the country air would do for him, you will therefore remember when writing not to direct to his care or the care of anyone Troy N[ew?] Y[ork?] America is quite enough Eliza must not think it hard in them not writing as the[y?] are so put about with one thing after another that they cant [cannot?] compose their mind as yet to do any thing in the way of writing I must tell you a little about myself I ought to have wrote sooner as you will think it hard of me neglecting you so long you will probably say that I have forgot you but not so that I can never do home what a word what a sweet word to the homeless, I have no other excuse to offer than the want of health I did not wish to alarm you or I would have told you sooner how I was situated I always put of[f?] writing thinking I would be quite well and that I could send you good news but it seems the reverse this last six months the climate is preying upon my constitution and wasting it down slow but suerly [surely?] I have not been able to work more than the third of my time this summer for so far, it is not my trade that is injuring me it is the climate but I do not write this to alarm you I only think it my duty to tell you exactly how I am situated, I expect to be well as soon as the intense heat is past the summer here has been very trying for us for Cholera is now sweeping the city from the one end to the other but all is in a good hand and unless it be Gods will, no plauge [plague?] shall near thy dwelling come nor ill to thee befall God has been trying us this last year in various ways but it is all for our good suerly [surely?] behind a frowning pr[?] he hides a smiling face though we may be led to exclaim with one of Gods children all these things are against us yet in the end we will be led to see they are all for our good, for all things works together for good to them that love God, I must now bid you fare well [farewell?] remember me to all friends your loving son Andrew Greenlees P S Any letter are not intended for any thing but your own perusal in the family please dont [do not?] make public property of them as there is nothing occu[rs?] at home of any consequence but we had it all here before it be 4 weeks old and a thoughtless word in a letter some times causes a good deal of anger A G [Andrew Greenlees?] |
