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Title: Jane White, Goderich to Eleanor Wallace, Newtownards.
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileWhite, Jane/25
SenderWhite, Jane
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationunknown
Sender ReligionProtestant (Presbyterian?)
OriginGoderich, Ontario, Canada
DestinationNewtownards, Co. Down, N.Ireland
RecipientWallace, Eleanor
Recipient Genderfemale
SourceD 1195/3/14: Presented by J. W. Russell & Co., Solicitors, 4 High Street, Newtownards, Co. Down.
ArchiveThe Public Record Office, Northern Ireland.
Doc. No.9112086
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by JM 29:11:1993
Word Count604
TranscriptTo: Eleanor Wallace
[County Down?]

From: Jane White
August 1 1857

August 1st 1857

My dear Eleanor
Accept my dear thanks for your kind
letter, the letters I receive from Ireland seem to come from
some land of dreams, it is so long since I left. The winter
was very tedious in going way this time, it broke first of
all in February, this did not answer very well, because after
open weather for three or four weeks about that time of year,
the winter sets in bitterly afterwards, May was a cold, snowy
month this time, and June was cold, such a rainy season as it
has been, I suppose one great Comet was the cause, I do not
hear anything about it now, it was supposed it did strike
about the 13th of June, there was so much loss of life in
different places in the States, Canada has been visited by sad
calamities in the Railway accident at Hamilton in March last,
and the burning of the steamboat "Montreal" off Cape Rouge
somewhere between Quebec & Montreal, you will see the
particulars in a Signal I sent you, the sufferers were mostly
Dutch emigrants just come out from Glasgow, I believe when the
steamboat reached Montreal they were all taken under the
protection of the St Andrews' Society, the Captain and others
of the "Montreal" have been tried and found guilty of
manslaughter, they surely deserve it for not paying proper
attention. I have been very sickly all spring and summer, I
got a cold in my head, it has brought on rheumatism, it makes
me feel dull and uncomfortable, sometimes I say to my mother,
now if I could get rid of this, there is nothing in the world
to make me unhappy, she laughs at me, and tells me I'll always
have trouble while I live in this world, she is no doubt
right, in our position here, I take fits of deafness sometimes
but still I fancy, I am recovering, my mother throws cold
water over my head at night before going to bed, I feel great
benefit from it, I thought at first of blistering my neck but
I changed my mind, the pain puts such a flush in my face
sometimes, any one would think me the picture of health, but I
must not be complaining, it is not fair to send dull news so
far, I have not much news, I think I mentioned a Miss Caldwell
in my last letter, she went to Philadelphia a little after I
wrote, she is expected back, she is a very nice girl, she has
a sister married to a Baptist clergyman over there, there was
another sister stopping with her brother in law [brother-in-law?] and sister
she was killed accidentally last winter by her sleeve catching on
the trigger of a loaded gun on the mantle piece [mantelpiece?], this Miss
Caldwell went over to comfort her sister for her loss I think,
I met Mrs [Butler?]

[this part of the letter is missing]

notion, if not I will hope to hear from you, with very
best wishes to you and your father in which my father and
mother join me, I remain your sincere friend

N.B. Please to remember us to Mr & Mrs Waugh & Mrs Hill and
all enquiring friends I would take it as a very great favour
if when you are out for a walk you would pick me three or four
haw [hawthornes?] you could send them in a paper, I dont see any
of the same kind of blossoms here, I just want to see if I can
get them to grow, I'll put them down just when I get them.