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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1881
CollectionPatrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins]
SenderMcMahon Glynn, Patrick
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationunemployed
Sender Religionunknown
OriginMelbourne, Victoria, Australia
DestinationGort, Co. Galway, Ireland
RecipientGlynn, Ellen
Recipient Genderfemale
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Word Count848
Genreacquaintances, disappointments, finding work, family
Transcript2 Mint Place—La Trobe St
14th August 1881

My dear Mother
Though you directed your letters and papers to Victoria St., I
get them all, as a note to the General Post Office results in their being
redirected. On Thursday last I was rather surprised to hear from a
messenger who called here that a sister of mine wanted to see me at
7 p.m. at the Great Britain Hotel, East Richmond, Melbourne. As
the fellow seemed quite sane, I promised to call there, though I was
for some time puzzled about the matter, and thought perhaps it
might be a trap laid by some wiley unpaid landlady; but found on
calling that the sister was aunt Grace with three other nuns on their
way from Adelaide to Sydney, where they are to spend six years. I
stayed a few hours with them. It seems that the Superioress knows
Sir Brian O'Loughlin, who is now in power; so Sister Bernard
promised to get her to write to him to exert his influence in my favour.
Up to the present I am doing Mr. Macawber's trick, waiting for
something to turn up, which is a position in which a stranger is likely
to remain a long time here. I did not make a fortune by the State
Trials, numbers read and praised them, but few paid for them. On
the whole though, I was led to presume the contrary, the loss of
£20 on them showed me that people like rather to borrow than pay
for pamphlets. However, one gets gradually used to disappointments,
the repetition of which has a tendency to annihilate the perception of
their existence.
However, there is no use repining, and as soon as I can make
an independence of 25s. a week, which will enable me to choose my
companions, I shall consider myself a happy man. When a man
succeeds, he has a pleasure in looking back upon obstacles overcome,
the most difficult of which sometimes is the maintenance of
self respect under lowering associations. I have written a long letter
to the Freeman's Journal, which, if published, will give you some
idea of what Melbourne really is. It ought to be in Dublin now, and
if it does not appear in the paper, you could get it from the paper by
writing for it.
As I don't think there is much in this place to interest you
beyond myself, I have of necessity to be rather personal. All I can
say is that to make the first bit is extremely hard, but that once done I am hopeful of being able to shuffle off one by one the obstacles in
my way.
Poor Johnny Wallsh has changed his address again, after
having lost £ 100 at his last place. He is now in some out of the way
place in Western Australia, where it is to be hoped he will do better.
He is, my aunt says, of a roving and unsettled nature, but often the
best fellows in the world are the least fortunate, and I think he is one
of them. Lizzy writes to me often as well as heir apparent Thomas
Bergain Esq. He sent me the enclosed photographs of his house,
himself and a friend—which is himself I can't make out. As he
thought I was in pressing want of a clerk, he volunteered his service,
but as the only industry in which we could jointly make much headway
at present would be playing tin whistles in the streets of his
capability for which I am in doubts, I had to decline. But some future
day I may require him.
Fanny is anxiously awaiting a letter from you. I suppose she will
soon have one. She says she saw Kate Slater tonight, but passed her
by. Some how or another all my connections here seem to be at
loggerheads with one another, and those that have husbands never
mention their names.
Sometime ago I had a letter from Castlemaine, a country town
about 80 miles from here, advising me to settle there, as two deaths
left an open[ing]. It occurred just when the State of my Exchequer
necessitated my remaining stationary, otherwise I might have gone up
there, if possible. I may get called in Sydney. I can get called there
for nothing.
As I write my nose, on its left orifice, strikingly resembles
Murtagh Keating's in consequence of a roseate swelling, which sometimes
settles there. I was going to ask you for something for it, but
forgot the oceans between us.
I have not heard anything of the priest, but I don't think
McDonald would mislead him. Is [he] a Sydney or Melbourne man?
You need not send me very many papers, as I see and read more
home papers at a library I subscribed to than I ever saw before.
Hoping to hear you are all well

I am
your affectionate Son
P. McM. Glynn
When the Land Bill is passed, if there be a six penny edition
published, send me a copy.