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Title: McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1890
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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Word Count603
Genreadvice on emigration, adversity, family
TranscriptQueens Chambers
Pine St. Adelaide
Dec. 2nd 1890.

My dear Mother
Just a few lines by this mail. A letter from James about a
fortnight ago told me how you all were, and that Eugene was
thinking of starting for Australia this month. However, Eugene
has not written to me on the subject for the last year, so that his
mind is still probably in the making-up stage. It is rather late for
him to come here now. Up to 8 or 9 months ago there was a
good opening in Adelaide, for a Catholic Doctor, but since then
it has been filled, and well, by an Australian who returned from
Scotland with his degrees, just at the proper moment when another
Dr., who had come in for a fortune, was about to clear out. The
other Dr., however, comes back this week and takes on what possible
practice an outsider might have got. Besides, a Dr. McMahon
from Cork left Ireland on 31st Oct. to settle here. He wrote to
me, which Deary and others also did, on his behalf, but the return
of the Dr. I mentioned fills up the gap. I might have got Eugene
the Catholic societies a few months ago, but of course could not
guarantee anything about him. They were given to the quack
Russell, (chiefly as a teetotaller) whom I recently smashed up in
a Court case.
Professional and clerical pursuits are getting overdone here.
If I had not made some reputation, I might next to starve, having
no family connections here. My partner, for instance, though a
Colonial, has next to no practice, though I have to give him half
the proceeds of business, having taken him on under these terms
when a Member. He is a good, hardworking office drudge, fit for
the pettifogging solicitor's work, but I would not let him plead for
a fly. However, at the end of the term, of which 9 months are to
run, I can recast my position.
There is another no confidence motion on here, which, if
carried, may result in a dissolution. I don't know whether I would
stand just now. The people, who respect me, believe I'm wealthy,
but Providence evidently built me for other ends than to be a
credit to Croesus. By the way, to speak of others. The Bergins
are in Napier St. Fitzroy, Melbourne, not very rich, as the Strike hit them hard; poor old Denny, Cissey's husband, is parlaysed [sic];
Fanny Shackell (nee Glynn) is at Moonee Ponds, Melbourne,
impulsive & good natured as ever; Mrs. De Mouncey, (Cecilia Glynn,
Robert's daughter) and her husband in Sydney — no children, two
having been bora dead; and Mother Bernard somewhere in the
Universe. Her order is very poor, and always at logger heads with
our local Bishop, though I believe the Cardinal1 is bottle holder
for Mother Bernard, or rather ex mother Mary, in her endeavors
to knock the Episcopal dignatory out. Pamell has made a nice
mess of his party. He ought to have the manliness to resign.
Ireland is certainly an unfortunate country; the country of patriots,
quacks, grandiloquent bombast, & real and poetical grievances. So
Agnes is home now —a young woman. Tell her she has forgotten
me though my silence is no indication I have forgotten her. I
was almost going to say I wish she came out here; but really the
race physically degenerates here, let them say what they will. The
dry heat withers the young brood up.
Excuse this rambling scribble, and with love to all Believe me,

Your affectionate Son
P McM Glynn