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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1889
CollectionPatrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins]
SenderMcMahon Glynn, Patrick
Sender Gendermale
Sender Occupationlawyer
Sender Religionunknown
OriginAdelaide, South Australia, Australia
DestinationGort, Co. Galway, Ireland
RecipientGlynn, Ellen
Recipient Genderfemale
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Partial Date
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Word Count446
Genrework, family, the press, horses, prospects
TranscriptSeptember 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
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
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