| Title: | McMahon Glynn, Patrick to Glynn, Ellen, 1892 |
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| ID | 4413 |
| Collection | Patrick McMahon Glynn: Letters to his family (1874-1927) [Gerald Glynn O'Collins] |
| File | glynn/65 |
| Year | 1892 |
| 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 | 647 |
| Genre | resufal of a big opportunity, family, acquaintances |
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| Transcript | South Terrace Adelaide 26th Jany 1892 My dear Mother Mrs. Ina Madden—J. J. M's widow—is on her way to England by the S.S. Aruba. She, a Miss Coffey going with her, had tea with me half an hour ago, and are now on the tender steaming for the ship. While our festivities were going on, my heart was gradually sinking to my boots. The fact of it was, the Government had a hue and cry all over Adelaide for me, orderlies here and orderlies there. At last a messenger on my own mare, Alma, intercepted me at the Railway station, so I took the mare and rode home to get a note offering me the position of Government Resident or Acting Governor and Judge of the Northern Territory at £1000 and £100 house allowance. I hunted up a pen & ink, borrowed some paper, and wrote declining the offer. The fact is, when the Chief Secretary privately asked me about it last week, I said I would give him an answer on Monday morning. I did—saying I would go for £1250, and the Cabinet tonight said they proposed to appoint me at £ 1000 and £100 house allowance. This I declined. They will probably tomorrow offer me the higher figure. I hope they don't. It is a great honor—Governor of a place about as big as Russia in Europe —Supreme Court Judge—with Governor's Residence on one of the finest harbors in the world, and power to boss about 5000 Chinese, 200 or 300 whites, and a few Japanese. But it is within 13 degrees of the equator, three weeks from here, or 14 days by steamer from Brisbane. See the Map—Palmerstone on Port Darwin Harbour, North of Australia. I am afraid I love human nature too much to sit alone in official Splendour for a few years. I would have to entertain local celebraties and foreigners—meaning about £500 a year altogether for living—while perhaps one's heart might get starved for friendship or the possibilities of love. However, I am writing now about Mrs. Madden. She will try to run over to Ireland to see you. She will write to you from London, when perhaps you could direct her what to do and what friends to call on in Dublin. I think you will like her. Mrs. Madden tells me she met Mother Bernard in Melbourne. The Bergins never write, nor do I hear much from the others. Eugene seems to [be] going on well. There are no others here of interest to you. I must close this scribble and run out to find a stamp. Eugene sent me the photo of Mrs. James. She ought to make him happy. With love to all Your affectionate Son P. McM. Glynn |
