| Title: | McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1881 |
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| ID | 4365 |
| Collection | Patrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins] |
| File | glynn/15 |
| Year | 1881 |
| Sender | McMahon Glynn, Patrick |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | unemployed |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Melbourne, Victoria, Australia |
| Destination | Gort, Co. Galway, Ireland |
| Recipient | Glynn, Ellen |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | son-mother |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 512 |
| Genre | family, weather, politics |
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| Transcript | 2 Mint Place—La Trobe St Melbourne 20th June 1881 My dear Mother As there will [be] a vessel departing] in a few hours, I take advantage of it in sending you a few lines with Lizzy Walsh's photograph. She sent it to me last week to forward by the next mail, and mentions in her letter that Johnny Wallsh would pass thro' Melbourne en route for Wagga Wagga; his business in Dowlingsville not having proved a success. I occasionally hear from all the Wallshs—except Mrs. Wall, but I have heard nothing about her. This is mid-winter here, and much like—in temperature and moisture etc.—April or September. But a clear sky is the rule here not the exception. For people that like the absence of frost and snow, winter here would be a luxury. As far as news is concerned, I can scarcely send you any, that would interest you. It is the same old thing here as at home—politics everywhere, of very little interest to anyone except the fools that talk. They have been talking a lot of rot, about Reform of the constitution here for the last three years, and at last come near a settlement of it, by proposing to create an Upper House instead of the present one, with a larger constituency and lower qualifications for members and electors. Every day is the same story for me. Get up at 7.30 a.m. Breakfast at 8 a.m.—read—attend the Courts and hop[e]lessly advertize myself from 10 to 1 p.m.—half-an-hour to feed—Courts again until 4—read at public library until half-past-six—feed again—read —talk a short time—retire to bed about 11.30 p.m. Occasionally I make an attempt to get something to do at any line—but Melbourne is overcrowded in all avocations. However, "Heaven has to all allotted soon or late Some lucky revolution of their fate", and if my heart would only behave with any common decency I would defy the malice of fortune to interfere with my mind. About an hour ago I got a letter to address a public meeting on the day after tomorrow, on behalf of the Land Leaguers. Wallsh— one of the traverses—is out here for his health, and spoke at a large meeting at the Hotham Town Hall last week, for sympathy and subscriptions. The meeting was attended by enthusiastic thousands; and the second meeting is the one to which I am invited. About three lines I wrote Wallsh on the subject of public feeling here brought my name before the Australian Branch of the League, and then the Secretary issued an invitation to me to speak. I will not write any more now as I must run off to the Post Office. I hope to hear you are all well and that you have not suffered much from the distress, which indeed affected all classes alike as far as I can see. Did you get the pamphlet all right—some did not. With love to all Your affectionate Son P. McM. Glynn |
