| Title: | Sinton, Joseph to O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne, 1819 |
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| ID | 5963 |
| Collection | The Transatlantic Letters of an Irish Quaker Family_1818-1877 [B. Jackson] |
| File | quaker/14(1) |
| Year | 1819 |
| Sender | Sinton, Joseph |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | merchant |
| Sender Religion | Quaker |
| Origin | Wilkesbarre, near Philadelphia, Penn., USA |
| Destination | Philadelphia, Penn., USA |
| Recipient | O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | uncle-niece |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 318 |
| Genre | socialising |
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| Transcript | Wilksbarre July 8, 1819 My dear Niece I dont feel easy to let the bearer depart without writing a few lines to thee, if only to show that I dont indend to be a cerimonious correspondent. S. Cist, I understand, writes by same conveyance and will no doubt inform thee of many things in a more agreeable manner than I could. I have not kept my resolution of retiring entirely from society. The other inst I took in the light waggon to Fullers, the Misses McCoys and their niece from the City together with Phoebe117, but however lively the company, I did not enjoy it so much as the times thee was along. I did not feel so free and at my ease. Perhaps it was because we had no little one along to make sweet music, or perhaps because I was tormented by a rheumatic pain in my knee. The 5th inst. was a high day here to celebrate the anniversary of Independence. I have never attended such parries - but spent a very pleasant evening without previous invitation at G.M. Hollenbacks, along with Phoebe and that good little soul S.C. and her good man, who is in bad health as usual. I need hardly say that thy name was often mentioned, as it always is whenever any of the above named meet, and, need I add, very very often thought of by all our family at all rimes, and by none more frequently than thy afft. Uncle Jo. PS- The family all send their love. Jacob had a bad spell of the cramp last night about 11 o'clock, all by himself in the dark. S.C. had just handed me the enclosed to forward. The M.C.grs [McCoy girls?] are to be here to tea this evening. S. looked so roguish when speaking on the subject that I suspect she has been writing about my trip with them. |
