| Title: | Greeves, Susanna to O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne, 1853 |
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| ID | 6186 |
| Collection | The Transatlantic Letters of an Irish Quaker Family_1818-1877 [B. Jackson] |
| File | quaker/188(1) |
| Year | 1853 |
| Sender | Greeves, Susanna |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | unknown |
| Sender Religion | Quaker |
| Origin | Dublin, Ireland |
| Destination | Collins, Lake Erie, NY, USA |
| Recipient | O'Brien (n. Greeves), Anne |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | siblings |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 678 |
| Genre | Anson's decease, family news |
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| Transcript | Dublin 3 mo 18th 53 My dear Sister This morning I received thy daughterinlaw's letter forwarded by Sister Jane tome, the reading of which has made me reel very sad on account of the very deep affliction thou & the rest of the family have been dipped into, and also on ac' of the had stare of health thyself is in. My dear sister, if sympathy for thy deep trials could in any thing alleviate them thou hast mine as well as Sister Jane's, whose heart feels for you too. She wrote to thee soon after the recpt of the newspaper which gave us the melancholy intelligence of poor Anson's death. I was then at Bernagh & was only a few weeks returned when I came here to be with Mary Jane Eves at her confinement, which we look forward to, the latter end of this month. Since the receipt of the newspaper we have been anxiously looking out for a letter from thee giving us particulars about poor Anson. It has now arrived, conveying still sadder news. I trust the next will be more cheering & that it will please the All Wise Dispenser of events to spare the remaining few of thy children that they may be a comfort to thee in thy declining days. It must indeed be a great consolation to thee that those that are gone have left such a sweet savour behind them, and I humbly trust they have been taken in mercy and spared many trials & temptations while we are left perhaps but a little longer to combat with an uncertain world. If I had had time before I coming here my intention was to have written thee and have sent thee the ten pounds which was coming to Anson on his coming of age; also, twenty pounds dear Aunt Molly left thee, which she wished me co pay when I could conveniently, & had laid out to do so as soon as I would return. And as it is uncertain when I may leave this, I have concluded on writing to Belfast to have it forwarded to thee that there may be no time lost, thinking it may be very acceptable particularly at the present time. As soon as thou receives it, please write that I may know that it has got to hand safe. At any rate we will be looking out very anxiously for a letter, from hoping that it will be the messenger of better tidings. I will bid thee farewell and am thy very affectionate & sympathetic sister Susanna Mary Jane desires her dear love & sympathy. I would have written thee a longer letter only I did not wish to retain this an other pose. I would be glad to hear particulars about thyself and if not able thyself to write, perhaps thy today of the death of cousin Sally Shaw. Poor old body, she did not long enjoy living at Hyde Park where they went to hve some time ago, near Belfast. John Johnson got a situation there latterly: he was not able to make out life so well as could be wished at Dree Hill. He has got the house and a few acres of the land set, the remainder or the farm he has a person to attend to it. There are few, my dear sister, without their troubles & that family has had their share. Anna Johnson [née Shaw] is now the only one left & I wish she could say, as thou canst, that her sons was every thing that she could wish. She has only two and one of them in particular has caused her much trouble and anxiety. He is now in New York & I hope he will get on better there. Sarah, her only daughter, is a tine young woman & a great comfort to her. I must not forget myself but remember I want to send this off. We shall feel very anxious till we hear from you again. J Owden wrote last week. |
