| Title: | McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1884 |
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| ID | 4378 |
| Collection | Patrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins] |
| File | glynn/28 |
| Year | 1884 |
| Sender | McMahon Glynn, Patrick |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | lawyer |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Kapunda, South Australia, Australia |
| Destination | Gort, Co. Galway, Ireland |
| Recipient | Glynn, Ellen |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | son-mother |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 635 |
| Genre | family, local economy, correspondence |
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| Transcript | Kapunda South Aust. January 4th 1884 My dear Mother Though the time at my disposal before the close of the mail is short it is better to write a short note at once than to wait another week. The Xmas cards and your letters reached me just when I was about to leave here for a week in Adelaide. Johnny's marriage was, of course, the news of greatest moment to me. Nothing indeed, could have pleased me better. Marian and I are old friends, as she mentioned in the Xmas card I was favored with. I can only now wish them both every happiness incidental to a fitting union. Let me also congratulate Eugene on his success in passing the College of Surgeons examination. By the time he will be a Dr. I will advise him about emigration. This place is at present a first class field for a young medical man—but it is filling up, and South Australia will have its own Medical School shortly. But there is plenty of time for consideration. Poor P. B. Tyrrell must feel the loss of Josephine very much. It's no use saying he is one of the most deserving fellows I ever met—as everyone else of his acquaintance can make the same remark of him. I can, indeed, sincerely sympathise with him. The fates run very peculiarly. Johnny Wallsh is still in town at his old Billet. It surprises me that he does not seem to have written to you for years. I must stir him up about it when we next meet. Lizzie has kept herself completely unknown to me for some time, nor has Sister Bernard written. Probably they say the same about me. Fanny McDonald is struggling along with her boarding house, at one time writing in the flush of hope, at another despondently about everything. Melbourne contains a good many fellows who forget to pay their Boarding Bills. There is a rumor current that McDonald is dead, but as yet it has received no confirmation. A very good job for Fanny if he is, as, though most widows out here extol the virtues of single blessedness, probably none of them ever completely shut their eyes against matrimony. Did you read—"An Unfortunate lover" on the back page of the Herald of 9 & 13 November. You may not have recognised it as an extract from my diary—with my identity concealed. The finish is not in full accordance with fact, as Mr. Nosenberg did return and marry the widow—after I had left for South Australia. Business has been paying wretchedly here for the last six months. An exceptionally good harvest this year may bring some money into circulation. At present I am unsettled, but considering that I am not unknown now and that my work for the Herald is worth double what I receive, a change may come soon. I could not have come to South Australia at a worse time. I cannot reply to James' & Elizabeth's letters by this mail, but you might mention to James that I will remit him the amount of Tyson's Bill by next Boat. Tyson, however, sent the very opposite of what I wanted; but his messenger, Mr. Clancey, wrote some time ago from Sydney to say that he thought he had lost my parcel with some things of his. This means that he pawned the shirts etc. There are many of these fellows knocking about. As I have started an album on the strength of the photographs you sent me.—if there are any spare ones of the others you might send me some. Give my love to all, Your affectionate Son P. McM. Glynn P.S. As regards the parcel from Tyson's, at present I can only suppose that something is wrong. |
