| Title: | McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1889 |
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| ID | 4399 |
| Collection | Patrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins] |
| File | glynn/51 |
| Year | 1889 |
| Sender | McMahon Glynn, Patrick |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | lawyer |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Adelaide, South Australia, Australia |
| Destination | Gort, Co. Galway, Ireland |
| Recipient | Glynn, Ellen |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | son-mother |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 446 |
| Genre | work, family, the press, horses, prospects |
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| Transcript | September 22nd 1889. My dear Mother It is some weeks since I wrote to you, so I had better send a few lines. On Sunday about 3 hours of my time are devoted to writing, and during the other days a politician who has to run law offices and journalism, lecture for charities, and attend casual meetings, has scarcely breathing time. The only thing I look forward to is during 5 months of ths year a hunt on Saturday, and I suppose it is this seeming extravagance that induces so many convents and kindred institutions, hard up acquaintances and others to write to me as a man of great wealth and extraordinary generosity. Well if they work as hard at their respective callings and with as little personal result of pleasure as some of us do — they are deserving. Mother Bernard is here still, but I see her seldom, as time does not permit. She is, I believe, just now at Kapunda. I am trying to set the finances of the Convent to rights by consolidating their mortgages — and hope eventually in the face of created difficulties to succeed. It was gratifying to get the letters you sent re my introduction of Dillon — a student's opinion is worth something. Here one section of the Press helps, the other in politics seeks to damn — often by unscrupulous tactics. I am told, for instance, that one of the Comic papers is very bitter against me this week — but I can understand it, as you may, on reading one of my articles in the Herald, on "the urbanity of the Comic Press". At the same time some press men I heard, spoke of that article in the highest terms. Such is the world. "Cadger", the horse I ride, has behaved admirably this season, and is a noted jumper in this, perhaps the stiffest hunting country in the world. In another fortnight I will give him a seven months rest. I have bought a horse called Arabi Bey, 6 years, who won 17 first prizes for jumping, and never turned his head from a fence yet. Next year, if all goes well, he will probably in Melbourne fetch double the price I paid, and in the meantime I will take him quietly. I have been obliged to take a partner in Adelaide, as politics takes me away from the office. How the joint business will go, I can't yet say, but the profits are small. I hope to hear you are all well, and that you will excuse this random note, written after an article and other work. With love to all, I am Your affectionate Son P McM Glynn |
