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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1880
CollectionPatrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins]
SenderMcMahon Glynn, Patrick
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationmigrant
Sender Religionunknown
OriginShip Orient
DestinationGort, Co. Galway, Ireland
RecipientGlynn, Ellen
Recipient Genderfemale
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Partial Date
Doc. Type
Word Count729
Genreaccount of passage
TranscriptOrient S.S. Off Folkestone
3rd September 1880

My dear Mother,
As you see by the above we have set sail and are at present
rounding the coast for Plymouth. I got on board yesterday and we
left Gravesend at 9 a.m. this morning expecting to reach Plymouth
about 7 a.m. tomorrow. We remain in Plymouth about 6 hours and
then sail for Melbourne, touching at Cape St. Vincent and the Cape.
I have not got the list of Passengers yet, but there are between
six and seven hundred on board. It is a magnificent vessel. The
first and second Saloons are like the coffee Rooms of first class hotels,
and the board first-class. There are six births [sic] in my cabin—four
men and myself up to the present—not much Room to move about.
One is a very nice fellow—but the other fellows are like Darwin's
monkeys, animated with Kangaroo's brains. A great number of the
passengers are apparently on the return voyage after seeing their
friends, but there are plenty of emigrants as well. I have just been
talking to a young fellow and his wife, who (I mean the husband) is
going to try the bar abroad. He is going to Hobart town, and is an
English barrister. The girls seem all to have got a million or two of
friends if I were to judge by the letter writing. One girl right opposite
me just now, is making an attack upon a ream and a half of paper,
and judging from her energy she promises to display her art in
caligraphy over a considerable area. I have just manufactured a pen
for another. On the whole I think the voyage ought to be pretty
The breakfast is at 8—this morning it consisted of hashes,
curries, steak, tea, coffee etc.—the dinner about 2 I think—the other
meal or meals I have not had yet. Lights out at 11 p.m. There are
bath rooms etc. on board. However, as I have not had sufficient
experience in shivering my timbers as yet, I can't give you a
nautically precise description of the vessel—but in writing from
Melbourne I will be able to tell you more about it. I should have
brought a chair for deck—if possible to land, I will buy one at
Plymouth, but that is not probable.
Before I left London I made several speeches at the old debating
Societies. They gave me a splendid reception, especially on Tuesday
last, when I delivered a lecture by request on Primogeniture, entail,
and fixity of tenure. The Chairman and others on behalf of the
Society delivered a fairwell address to me and bid me goodbye, individually all Round. Any friend of mine that Passed down Fleet
Street and looked up at the Restaurant window would have laughed
to have seen Printed in big letters on a placard.
"Lecture followed by a discussion to be delivered
on etc. etc. by Patrick Glynn B.L."
I brought one out with me as a sort of trophy.
I suppose you will hear from James about London. I am sorry
to hear poor Dick Molony is so bad—a matter of a few days I
suppose. They are going to lay the table cloths now, so I must close.
I can't write any more from this side of the world and can only wish
you all goodbye again and with love to all remain,

Ever your affectionate Son
P. McM. Glynn

9 a.m. There is a squall on now, but the wind is coming from the
mouths of some kids of the human species. It's a species of music I
always had a partiality for. There is a melancholy Scotchman and a
suicidal old gentleman in my cabin, and, unless my power of
observation of physiognomy is defective, they will both commit
suicide before we are far off. Well here's sanity to them, but I have
only another fellow's ink bottle to drink from. We have all Nationalities
on board, and a great variety amongst the Steerage Passengers.
The sail along the coast was rather pretty, as we passed a lot [of]
places such as Ramsgate, Newhaven, Brighton. Cliffs all chalk. I
must look out for a cross fellow, to borrow an Envelope.
So, good bye to you all again. I will write from the Cape.