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Title: Mary Parks Ross to her uncle John Caldwell
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileParks Ross, Mary/14
SenderParks Ross, Mary
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender Religionunknown
OriginNaas, Co. Kildare, Ireland
DestinationNew York, USA
RecipientCaldwell, John
Recipient Gendermale
SourceT 3541/2/4: Deposited by R.V.T. Edie
ArchiveThe Public Record Office, Northern Ireland.
Doc. No.9309355
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogAction By Date Document added by C. R., 30:09:1993
Word Count1474
(d. of his sister Flora C. Parks)
" 5 Nov. [November?] 1832
Rec'd [received?] 26 Jan. [January?] 1833"
Addressed to "John Caldwell. Esq.
Care of John Chambers, Esq.
White Street
Newyork [New York?]"

Naas Monday the 5th Nov. [November?] 1832
My dearest Uncle
Thank you a thousand times for your kind letter which made me very happy on
receiving it to hear such a pleasing account of friends so very dear to me. I
should have told you all this long since, but the truth is that in this
outlandish place I had no means of forwarding. My thanks to you, but I have
now discovered that I can at any time send letters to New-York, as Mr.
Chambers (my cousin) has been kind enough to promise to forward them for me -
No doubt we have been mutually anxious for each other's safety during this
season of pestilence, but my mind has been much relieved that as late as
seven weeks ago, my dear friends in Newyork [New York?] were well, and all
united together, instead of flying like Wild Geese probably into the very
danger so much dreaded. The cholera is quite on the decrease on our side of
the Atlantic, also, but many terror- stricken persons prognosticate the
return of this most unwelcome visitor, as soon as winter sets in-. This
unfortunate country, which we Americans are happy to disclaim all connexion
[connection?] with, is as usual torn to pieces by that gnawing Wolf, party
spirit. Now that the driving for (?) tythes (?) [tithes?] is going forward -
the peasantry are becoming even more distracted than heretofore. Two
clergymen, and the son of a clergyman have all three been shot dead within two
months, merely from having been obliged to drive for their tithes, as the
clergy are almost left in the starving condition. The names of the two
murdered clergymen were Messrs. (?) Whitly and Houston, both of them near us.
Mr. Houston's Rectory where he was shot, is Rathlagan, within six miles of
Naas. No person could be found who would venture to send a hearse for Mr.
Houston's body, so a neighbouring gentleman kindly lent his own carriage to
carry the body to its last home, and for that small mark of regard, he is
looked upon as a marked man; which means plainly speaking, food for powder. A
Rev'd [Reverend?] Mr. Preston in this neighborhood has made himself obnoxious,
by attending all the tithe sales, so now he is looked upon as a dead man. -
the unhappy man drives about the country in broad daylight in the most
unclerical style imaginable, in a little Phaeton: his coachman sits on the
front seat with his Pistols loaded, one each side of him. Mr. Preston on the
seat behind him with a cocked pistol in his hand. and one on either side, and
his servant behind bearing the same lamb-like weapons. This is not exaggerated
for it was told me by a friend with whom he had been on a visit; and it is
unfortunate that these are not singular instances, in every sense of the term.
The Major and I spent a charming time with my dear father and Mother in the
(hole in paper) between, Cheltenham and Bath----- (hole) My father is, I
am most thankful to say quite well, and in high delight at seeing his lovely
grandchildren so well, and their parents so happy and comfortable. James and
Harriet continue to reside at Ryder and to be pleased with their situation.
James came to see me during our visit at home, and looked remarkably well, and
is, strange to say growing fat; he is one of the happiest and most contented
dear creatures in this world. Nothing improves man or woman so much as being
married, for it makes all look so good natured and sweet tempered..
We are invited home again in spring to stay a month or so, if the Major can
obtain leave so long: but it is difficult for him to get away as he has the
command of the Reserve of the Royal Welch [Welsh?] Fusiliers - Our service
companies still remain at Gibraltar, but we expect their return in a few
months - We are within 15 miles of Dublin, so that we often fly into town to
see my old Aunt Margaret etc. etc.- The dear old Lady is uncommonly improved
in many respects, which is to be attributed to having two such amiable
companions as her nieces Miss Hamilton and Miss Baldwin. We have been knocked
about at a sad rate since I enlisted into the Royal Welch [Welsh?]- from
Dublin we were sent to Grumble at Newry, thence to be merry and jovial at B
Belfast, then to Naas for ten days, off again to Carlow where we were left in
utter solitude, and lastly back to Naas again, for how long! who can say?- Our
society with regard to number is most select; entirely composed of three
families living within six, two, and one mile of us: Lord and Lady Mayo have
been exceedingly kind and attentive to us, and we have dined there quite
frequently: they entertain in Princely style, and always have their house full
of nobility and principal gentry of this country. Unfortunately for us they
will soon be obliged to go to London, where they are Lord and Lady in waiting
to the King and Queen- Sir Maxwell and Lady Wallace though 'Militaires' like
ourselves have been very civil and have had us often at Newbridge where he has
the command of the 5th Dragoon Guards- Major Tandy's family are also very kind,
we dined there on Holy*eve, and spent it in due form. The Major is the son of
the celebrated Napper Tandy, and is Magistrate of the counties Kildare, Carlow,
and parts of Dublin and Wicklow: so you see government does not always visit
the sins of the fathers upon the children, but like all persons in his
situation - he is outrageously zealous and loyal.
I wonder where we shall move to next! My travels have been most extensive
since the 31st August 1831 through England, Scotland and Ireland. I have
thereby learned to pack my knapsack with neatness and despatch, as a soldier's
wife should. My dear Aunt Margaret is very fond of her un civil Nephew, the
Major: who has the art of making everyone love him - How I wish you could all
seee [see?] him, and become acquainted I hear frequently from Mrs. McNair:
she and her family are all well- I shall certainly write to my dear Margaret
very soon, she will not forgive me, I fear for being so remiss as not to have
answered her entertaining and clever letter long since- I keep all her letters
with the greatest care and often read them over & over. They are all so well
worded & witty. The latter comes from her fatherland- Will you give my love to
her and intercede in my behalf- and pray give my love and kisses to my dear

cousin (hole) Shapter and Your grandchild of which you are no doubt are a
little Proud. Are they with you still? Give many loves from me to Uncle
Andrew, and if you write to my Uncle William tell him I hear of him every time
I see Miss Elizabeth Hamilton, who is his particular admirer. Will you sense
(?) me if I ask you to let me write one line to Aunt Catherine Chambers and
then I shall relieve you from this stupid long letter: and believe me dear
Uncle, I shall be but too happy to hear from you whenever you can find time to
favour me; with a line; in the mean TIME believe me to remain your truly
affectionate niece
Mary Ross

My dearest Aunt Chambers: You are very seldom absent from my thought, then
do not for one moment suppose me less affectionate or less your own child than
when we were together- Dearest of dear Aunts I love you more than I can
express-- Oh. What I would give to see you: but that we must not think of -
but if Mr. Chambers would only come and see his son we might meet yet - I have
not seen your son..Is not that very odd-! I hope I may see him some day, as
it will be delightful for me to know anyone so nearly connected with you- I
shall write to you very soon oh Do write to me - Give my love to dear Aunt
Elizabeth: and her dear handsome husband. Did you know poor Captain Henner of
the Holyhead packet; he is drowned. Give my love and duty to my good Uncle
Chambers, and tell him the Major and I often drink both your healths for I have
taught my better half to love you both. Adieu dearest Aunt. I shall write
very soon but be always sure you are truly loved by your affectionate own

[Appended page: Sample of hand-writing! Mary Caldwell Ross
typed + filed in black book --]

RE Mary Caldwell Parks Ross

Florence Caldwell Ballymoney 1767 - 1/26/1814
m. [married?] John Parks nephew of James Hamilton of
Bushbank Co. Antrim

John Parks married again c. [circa?] 1816 a Miss Mayiere of Dublin. They were
living in England 1832 - see letter of Mary Parks Ross

1) James Hamilton Parks 1797 - [-----?] 1878
m. [married?] Harriet Deane Hawtry
2) Elizabeth Jane Parks Dec. [December?] 1799 - 4/24th/1813
3) Florence Parks 1803 d. [died?] young mentioned in
Catherine Ball's will
4) Sarah Mary d. [died?] 1806 at 2 yrs [years?]
5) John Parks d. [died?] Bath, England 1816
6) Mary Caldwell Parks
in 1832 m. [married?] Major Wm [William?] Ross of
Royal Welch [Welsh?] Fusiliers

another brother, Hugh Parks went to India + died there (see will)

Mary Ross' aunt was Catherine Caldwell 1775 - 1856
m. [married?] 1) James Parks in 1805 (April 3rd)
" " d. [died?] in 1813 at 38
June 1820 2) John Chambers (friend of her brother John C.
1769 - 1850)
[John Chambers] d. [died?] Feb. [February?]
8, 1839 at 83