Urker Jan 15^th 1889

 

My dear Tom,

 

            I wrote in my last two letters that I was willing that you should come home by whatever route you think best. May God almighty direct you, and bless and keep you, and give His Angels charge concerning you, and bring you home in peace and safety. I shall never have a quite easy mind until I see you.

 

            One thing I particularly desire is that you will give us due warning that your Father may meet you at the Station (Dundalk I suppose you will come to.) Any other plan would be inconvenient; as all Kate’s [1] beds are occupied every night. She and her family are well; you can call to see them; but it would not answer to stay all night.

 

            I am just getting over this Xmas cold, of which I had a severe enough turn; and am fit to write properly yet.

 

            I have not heard from Minnie [2] for some time, but that is my own fault for not writing.

 

            All your friends in Ireland are much as usual, except that Andy McCullagh [3] has a sore throat.

 

            There is nothing new since I wrote last. This is the shortest letter ere you got from me. It will not be like sending the “Times” newspaper this time.

 

            May God grant you wisdom that I can send you.

 

            Father writes in love and blessing to you with your ever affectionate Mother,

                        Eliza Jackson