Title: | Jane White, Goderich to Eleanor Wallace, Newtownards. |
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ID | 3300 |
Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
File | White, Jane/14 |
Year | 1856 |
Sender | White, Jane |
Sender Gender | female |
Sender Occupation | unknown |
Sender Religion | Protestant (Presbyterian?) |
Origin | Goderich, Ontario, Canada |
Destination | Newtownards, Co. Down, N.Ireland |
Recipient | Wallace, Eleanor |
Recipient Gender | female |
Relationship | friends |
Source | D 1195/3/10: Presented by J. W. Russell & Co., Solicitors, 4 High Street, Newtownards, Co. Down. |
Archive | The Public Record Office, Northern Ireland. |
Doc. No. | 9112089 |
Date | 21/06/1856 |
Partial Date | |
Doc. Type | EMG |
Log | Document added by JM 29:11:1993 |
Word Count | 361 |
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Transcript | To: Eleanor Wallace [Newtownards?] [County Down?] [Ireland?] From: Jane White Goderich [Ontario?] [Canada?] June 21 1856 My dear Eleanor I heard with deep regret of the loss you have sustained I heard three or four weeks ago by a letter from my cousin Jane Bowman, I felt quite thunderstuck I attempted to write two or three times and could not, I felt so vexed, but we must endeavour to to [sic] bear up against troubles while here, how often we are made to feel this is not our home, we must look for strength where it is only to be found, I think there is nothing but time will mould down grief caused by heavy bereavements, and a firm trust in the Almighty, you cannot think how much I have been thinking about you lately, this is but a dull letter, I hope you will answer it and let me know how you are, My mother sends her love to you, the weather is so hot I have quite a head-ache I think we will soon have thunder and rain, that would cool the air nicely, we have the prettiest garden we have had since we came here, but time will roll on, the wild winter will come and wither everything, so is this bleak world a few short years, and we will be mouldering in the clods of the valley, we vex and grieve about the passing events of life and often feel miserable when we should not, but it will be so to the end of time, could we sometimes see into futurety [futurity?] we would not be anxious sometimes, but it is best it is hidden #PAGE 2 from us, if some knew the future they would be miserable, how little one thinks of this world the longer they [have?], but we must all keep our hearts up, and do our duties as far as we can, it does not seem likely that you and I will see each other again, but let us hope to meet where parting is unknown, I will always love you while I live, and always think of the pleasant hours we have passed together, now do try to get your spirits up and write to me, I remain, dear Eleanor Your sincere friend Jane Goderich June 21 1856 |