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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1917
CollectionPatrick McMahon Glynn_Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins]
SenderMcMahon Glynn, Patrick
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationpolitician
Sender Religionunknown
OriginMelbourne, Victoria, Australia
DestinationGort, Co. Galway, Ireland
RecipientGlynn, Ellen
Recipient Genderfemale
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Word Count537
Genrepolitics, family, Melbourne climate
TranscriptHome and Territories Department,
61 Spring Street, Melbourne.
25th July, 1917.

My dear Mother
At the last moment I find there is a mail going out, so rather than
miss it, I thought I would type a letter. We have difficult times here,
though probably not as acute as you are experiencing in the Old
Country. Providence has been bountiful in the way of seasons,
though the cost and difficulties of transit prevent full advantage
being taken of the harvest.
I see that in Ireland new troubles arise in relation to the
question of autonomy. We are a somewhat keen race with a taste for disputation, and the Government of the United Kingdom is not
always as wise in relation to the factors that should determine action
as one would wish. This is the way with Governments all over the
world. If you only had the luxury of a few hours in Cabinet once or
twice a week, you would see what a hopeless thing it is to get the
average common-sense at all to the level of that of individuals. I
think it was Lambrosa, the Italian, who said that intelligence of
assemblies was always far lower than what might be assumed from
the intelligence of the individuals composing it. And so it is with
political questions. I hope they will find some solution based upon
unity of country. An attempt to split Ireland into two sections
would make the position far worse than it is or would be under a
unitary Government
I have just had a letter from Ellie. They are more used to the
school now. She has passed her examination, gaining 80 per cent,
for Algebra, which is very good for a girl. I remember how you used
to teach us mathematics in our early life. They now and then come
in from the Convent—about eight miles from my office. I send the
motor out to bring them in occasionally on Thursdays, and go out
myself whenever I am impounded here at week-ends.
Yesterday I had to unveil a tablet to the memory of some of the
men belonging to a branch of this Department who had gone to the
front and had done their duty by enlisting. I find that one of the
papers contains a short reference to it, so I enclose the extract.
Adelaide is a much pleasanter place in the winter than here.
This place seems to be the centre of wind and weather fluctuations,
though on the whole it is a good climate. Personally I would relish a
year in the Old Country. The transition of the seasons is more
regular, and with all the successful efforts of Nature to burst through
in April and May, and the comparative placidity of the atmosphere in
summer, as well as the keenness of the winter air, not speaking, of
course, of the winters when sliding was our chief fun, when one
admired Sam Wallace on skates and yearned for the opportunity,
which did not come, of emulating his girations at Newtown and Cool.
Well, I find I have to go to Government House to an Executive
Council, so with love to all,

Your affectionate Son,
P. McM. Glynn