91 Islington, Liverpool
March 29, 1875
My Dear Sister,
I saw a letter from you this week. Brother had it with him. He called to see me here and I see my name
mentioned in it. You think I am dead, but
dear sister, you must know that I am still alive and kicking and I want to know
your candid opinion of my coming out to you.
I am married, my wife is pure English, born in the street we
live in. My family consists of a boy and
a girl. The girl named Marion Homes G.,
born July 18th, 1871 and boy named Richard Taylor G. born 12th
May 1873. I have been away from Holywell
almost as long as you, dear sister. I
have had to fight my way with this wicked world, but I am tired here and I want
you, my dear sister, to let me know if I sell up and come out to you. Is there room to live? That is, can I, wife and little ones be happy
near you? Do you think you can secure me
a situation in any capacity? I do not
want to come out on a wild goose affair but I must feel sure there is something
to do, or perhaps you could tell me if I could make a living by keeping a small
store. I have been thirteen years and a half
in one firm, three and a half years as salesman & ten years as superintendent,
one of the largest establishments in this town, and my last situation was
manager of one of the oldest drapery stores in Liverpool. You must know, dear sister, if we come out that
I am not a rich man. I can pay my way
out and that is all, but have no doubt that I shall get on if you, that is when
I say you I mean you, husband, your dear self, and friends you know, will help
and put us on the way. I am 35 years of
ag, as you must know, and can bring the best testimonials. I am healthy too as you remember me when I
was little Richard, your naughty brother.
Dear sister, I am sorry I have not been corresponding
before, but I did not know where you were and as I say, I have been away from a
boy. Brother ought to have so and I have
told him, but dear sister, do not think too harshly of brother. He has got a deal to think of, takes all his
time to look after his shop. It is too much
for one and will not pay two. You know,
dear sister, that when our mother died and you left me, there was no home for
little Richard. Brother was always kind
and good but I felt that after you had gone that I was left homeless, although
I never said one word to anyone. I have
got on by my own ability, no one to help me.
But, dear sister, you must remember that I am not rich. No money but what will pay my way out as well
as keeping my situation. I also had a large
store of my own but lost all. My dear
wife’s money took lease on shop for seven years; rent £100 a year, a complete
swindle. But remember I am an honest
man, nothing wrong with my character. Brother
knows I am writing. He will write
himself he says, so let me know all about the country, if you think well of my
coming out, what to bring, and all information, the best way to come, and
cheapest, etc., and what to do when I get to you, etc.
With kind love to nephews, nieces, your husband, and your
dear self; also same from wife and little ones.
I am dear sister, your affectionate brother,
Richard
PS – Please send me an answer at once, soon as possible.
RG
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