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Title: Margaret Craig, Brookville to her mother, Lisburn.
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileCraig, Margaret/67
SenderCraig, Margaret
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender Religionunknown
OriginBrookville, N.Ireland
DestinationLisburn, Co. Antrim, N.Ireland
Recipient Genderfemale
SourceT 1472/2 p4-5: Copied by Permission of Miss A. McKisack, 9 Mount Pleasant, Belfast.
ArchiveThe Public Record Office, Northern Ireland.
Doc. No.9404180
Partial Date
Doc. TypeLET
LogDocument added by LT, 25:04:1994.
Word Count591
TranscriptMy dear Mother,
I think I cannot do less than write, though I
assure you I have very little news. Mrs. Sharman was very ill
this week, Wednesday especially, she was seized with a vomiting,
and was extremely ill. She is now a good deal better. Jenny
and the cook went away on Wednesday, the new cook seems to be a
very decent woman, and black Mary is come for housemaid.
Mary Craig and I sleep two nights about in Mrs. Sharman's
room, the second night I slept there the clothes fell off me
and quite out of the bed, three or four times, and I nearly after
them! but that does not signify when it in the least obliges
Mrs. Sharman.
We expected to see my Father here this week, but I
suppose the rain prevented him, there has been a very great
deal here, but I hope and trust we will have that pleasure next
week. Mrs. Sharman is thinking very great long to see him, and
indeed you may be sure so are we. There is to be another squeeze
on Thursday and I believe Mrs. Sharman intends we shall go.
I believe the Misses de la Cherois Crommelins are to sleep
here and go, and a Miss Montgomery, sister to Mrs. McDowell.
The gentlemen are all to be turned out to seek their lodging.
We went to Belfast the day I wrote to you, Mrs. Hughes went
with us and dined here, she and Mrs. Malcolm and Mrs. Sharman
were talking almost the whole of dinner about her favourite
discourse, (I am sure you know not what I mean) but if you do not
I must tell you, it was RELIGION. And Mr. Sharman put in a word
now and then. I am very fond of her, she is so gentle and
obliging, she drank tea here last night. Mrs. Sharman rested
very ill last night. We have not been out on the car nor any
where since we were at Belfast. Mr. Sharman went to Moira today
with a Lieutenant McGuiness, who dined here yesterday. He
is from Moira. I hope you had a very pleasant jaunt down the
shore, you said you would write me an account of it. We drank
tea at Mr. Wightman's on Monday, as Mrs. Sharman was afraid
of rain she did not go to Rockport. Mrs. Wightman is as pleasant
a woman as ever I saw, she wants us to come and spend the evening
with them very often. She bakes the best slim-cake ever I ate.
There was a sister of hers there. I wrote a long letter to Miss
Watson. Tell Miss Ward I am quite ashamed for not writing to
her, but I will write a long letter and send it by Mr. Malcolm's
servant on Monday. Do you know I have not bathed yet, and the
season is nearly over. Mrs. Sharman is afraid of my getting
cold. I think my Father might be so good as to write to us by
Mr. Malcolm. Tell James he is a very clever little fellow, to
spell the most of the words the wrong way in the letter he
wrote to Mary. I can tell you no more, as I must go and dress
myself, as Mrs. Sharman is going to pay morning visits. She
joins Mary and me in kind and affectionate love to all at
Strawberry Hill. Give my love to Miss Ward and Nancy.
I am, my dearest Mother,
Your ever affectionate Daughter,
Margaret Craig.

Saturday Morning.