|Title:||Coogan, Michael (Brother Declan) to Coogan, William, 1885|
|Sender||Coogan, Michael (Brother Declan)|
|Origin||Mt. St. Joseph, Roscrea, Co. Tipperary|
|Destination||Harlem, NYC, USA|
|Genre||mass for his mother's death anniversary, religious commentary|
|Transcript||Mount St. Joseph|
Sept. 12th, 1885
This day I received your long-expected letter which safely conveyed the enclosed one pound for Masses, one of which will be celebrated on tomorrow for poor Mother's soul, it being, as you well know, the anniversary of her death, on which occasion I always the have prayers of the Community offered in a special manner for her. Besides this and my own poor prayers, I wish it were in my power to get hundreds of Masses said for her, and rest assured I would not fail in my duty towards so kind and good a Mother, whose great delight always was to make us happy and comfortable, and it grieved me to find that any member of the family whom you would ask, would fail to pay (at least a small) tribute of respect towards the mortal remains of so kind a Parent. However, as it's a family affair we must try and make the best we can of it, always forgetting the past and hoping for better for the future. Show on all occasions a kind agreeable manner, say a kind word and do when necessary a kind charitable act for all and each of those persons, thus proving to them that you are a true follower of that kind & loving Lord who said, "not seven times alone are we to forgive our brethren, but seventy times seven"--that is, always.
Dear brother, I am very much delighted at your charity and kindness towards our poor Mother who I hope is in a happy place even though she be not beyond purgatory, for the holy souls who are there suffering are quite happy knowing that one day they shall be happily transferred to the realms of bliss. Yet one must not forget praying and getting Masses said for them to shorten the period of their suffering. I am sorry to find you are so very delicate. Try and take all necessary precautions against exposure to danger, remembering that life is sweet, and health agreeable. I'm sorry to say I am not very well just now, nor indeed for more than six months past have I been otherwise in consequence of a sore instep which attacked me early this year and caused me to remain confined to a room the greater part of the time since. It is now nearly well, thank God, but my sight is sometimes so very weak as almost to prevent me from reading or writing.
Remember me to Denis in the kindest manner, and tell him how delighted I am that you are going on so well together. I'm surprised he never sends me any token of his affection. Remember me also to Hugh who shows so much bad nature towards me I'm ashamed of him.
Written upside down in margin: P.S. The masses will be said as you desired.