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Title: Jane White, Goderich to Eleanor Wallace, Newtownards.
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileWhite, Jane/14
SenderWhite, Jane
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender ReligionProtestant (Presbyterian?)
OriginGoderich, Ontario, Canada
DestinationNewtownards, Co. Down, N.Ireland
RecipientWallace, Eleanor
Recipient Genderfemale
SourceD 1195/3/10: Presented by J. W. Russell & Co., Solicitors, 4 High Street, Newtownards, Co. Down.
ArchiveThe Public Record Office, Northern Ireland.
Doc. No.9112089
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by JM 29:11:1993
Word Count361
TranscriptTo: Eleanor Wallace
[County Down?]

From: Jane White
June 21 1856

My dear Eleanor
I heard with deep
regret of the loss you have sustained
I heard three or four weeks ago by a
letter from my cousin Jane Bowman, I
felt quite thunderstuck I attempted
to write two or three times and could
not, I felt so vexed, but we
must endeavour to to [sic] bear up against
troubles while here, how often we are made
to feel this is not our home, we must
look for strength where it is only to
be found, I think there is nothing
but time will mould down grief
caused by heavy bereavements, and
a firm trust in the Almighty, you
cannot think how much I have been
thinking about you lately, this is but
a dull letter, I hope you will answer
it and let me know how you are,
My mother sends her love to you,
the weather is so hot I have quite
a head-ache I think we will soon
have thunder and rain, that would
cool the air nicely, we have the
prettiest garden we have had since
we came here, but time will
roll on, the wild winter will come
and wither everything, so is this bleak
world a few short years, and we
will be mouldering in the clods of
the valley, we vex and grieve about
the passing events of life and often
feel miserable when we should not,
but it will be so to the end of
time, could we sometimes see into
futurety [futurity?] we would not be anxious
sometimes, but it is best it is hidden

from us, if some knew the future
they would be miserable, how little
one thinks of this world the longer
they [have?], but we must all keep
our hearts up, and do our duties
as far as we can, it does not
seem likely that you and I will
see each other again, but let us
hope to meet where parting is
unknown, I will always love you
while I live, and always think
of the pleasant hours we have
passed together, now do try to
get your spirits up and write
to me, I remain, dear Eleanor
Your sincere friend

June 21 1856