| Title: | Incomplete letter [Indiana?] to "My Dear Mother". |
|---|---|
| ID | 3970 |
| Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
| File | 1851-60/39(2) |
| Year | 1860 |
| Sender | unknown |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | unknown |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Jeffersonville, Indiana, USA |
| Destination | N.Ireland |
| Recipient | unknown |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | son-mother |
| Source | Donated by Mrs. I. J. Beattie, 120 Carsonstown Rd., Lisowen, Saintfield, Ballynahinch, Co. Down, BT24 7JN. N.Ireland. |
| Archive | Ulster American Folk Park. |
| Doc. No. | 9904184 |
| Date | 20/12/1860 |
| Partial Date | |
| Doc. Type | EMG |
| Log | Document added by LT, 14:04:99. |
| Word Count | 396 |
| Genre | |
| Note | |
| Transcript | Jeffersonville. Indiana. 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?] .... |
