|Title:||Incomplete letter [Indiana?] to "My Dear Mother".|
|Collection||Irish Emigration Database|
|Origin||Jeffersonville, Indiana, USA|
|Source||Donated by Mrs. I. J. Beattie, 120 Carsonstown Rd., Lisowen, Saintfield, Ballynahinch, Co. Down, BT24 7JN. N.Ireland.|
|Archive||Ulster American Folk Park.|
|Log||Document added by LT, 14:04:99.|
Dec. 20th 1860.
My dear Mother.
Man may go abroad upon the world
in pursuit of wealth or fame, he may seek a "bubble
reputation at the cannon's mouth," he may weigh
anchor and some "happier clime explore" he may become
laden with wealth or steeped in adversity, yet, in either
event, he will be found at times to pause and render
homage to the memory of a dearly beloved Mother.
No criminal so hardened, no wretch so impious but
that on reflection, when he recalls the gentle admonitions
of a loving Mother, the tears of repentance will bedew
his cheeks, and then will each word and each warning
seem to him, as it were, the voice of an Angel.
It is by the mercy of God, dear Mother, by whose
infinite wisdom and goodness I have thus far been
sustained and conducted through this journey of life
that I am enabled to night to sit down and write
you. This writing you seems to me a barren method
- a cold and inexpressive way of conveying to you any
evidence of that love [stained] my heart is [enriched?]
But in as much as any [stained] has been cast in another
land and among a strange people, instead of in
the home of my fathers my supplications, with my
love for you are daily [flared?] up to God, the Father
of us all, who will [disperse?] to you the riches of His
grace, and who [stained] [stained] bless and comfort
have endeavoured in my former letters to make you
familiar with my progress through life. I have done
so, knowing that you and my brothers would always
feel deeply interested as to my [course?] and would
be glad when success marked my pathway. Since
I last wrote to you, my employers, as an evidence of
their appreciation of my services have increased my
salary twenty per cent. Instead of having my
salary advanced I expressed a desire to be relieved
from part of the duties now [incumbent?] upon me.
Laziness might entitle me to some position of
ease, but I am not permitted, neither can I
afford to be lazy. I must work, and it is a
source of pleasure to me that I have learned to [work?]
that I can thus be accounted a man among men.
But dear Mother, would you believe that I have [grown?]