Title: | William Drennan, Edinburgh, to Mrs Matty McTier, Belfast |
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ID | 879 |
Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
File | Drennan, William/69 |
Year | 1778 |
Sender | Drennan, William |
Sender Gender | male |
Sender Occupation | medical student |
Sender Religion | unknown |
Origin | Edinburgh, Scotland |
Destination | Belfast, N.Ireland |
Recipient | McTier, Matty |
Recipient Gender | female |
Relationship | friends |
Source | T 765/1/20: Obtained From Mrs. Duffin, Summerhill, Mount Pleasant, Belfast. #TYPE LET The Drennan Letters, 1776 - 1819: Extract of Letter From William Drennan, [Edinburgh?], 20 January, 1778, to Mrs. Matty McTier, North Street, Belfast. |
Archive | Public Record Office Northern Ireland. |
Doc. No. | 9002033 |
Date | 20/01/1778 |
Partial Date | |
Doc. Type | LET |
Log | 22:02:1990 JM created 20:06:1991 GC input 15:08:19 |
Word Count | 324 |
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Transcript | Dearest Matty. I thank you for Lord Chatham's Speech - it pleased me extremely. I have nothing to send you in return. Nothing is going on here at present but raising regiments, to be devoted to Destruction in America. Every order of Men from the highest to the Lowest, are emptying their Pockets (and what more could be asked from Scotchmen?) in the support of the War; and even the Ladies of Edinburgh, or as the Newspaper calls them the Respectable Society of Running Stationers, have subscribed 30 Guineas for the aid & assistance of the King of Great Britain. The Speculative Society of which I am Worthy a Member, subscribed 100 Guineas; I was not present on the proposal, having obtained a leave of non-attendance for three months, but you may tell my Mother she need not fear that this circumstance will cost me a single farthing. Every Minister in the City have given what they could spare to edge the Sword of War, except Doctor Dick the worthy Clergyman who on the Fast Day preached from this Text " How shall I curse, whom the Lord hath not cursed, how shall I judge, whom the Lord hath not condemned?" A Man was this Morning brought into the Infirmary who had cut off his foot above the ancle [ankle?]; upon having but five guineas given to him, after being enlisted, instead of the 10 which had been offered him before, by the recruiting officer. I remember to have read that in the Last War a gentleman going along the road heard amazing cries of distress proceeding from a House which was at some distance, he came to it, looked in & saw two Grenadiers belabouring a poor Man with the butt end of their pieces. What are you about? says he. We are making a Volunteer, answered one of the Grenadiers. They have made a good many in this way, in this place..... |