Milford
Co Donegal
Ireland.
6th March 1894.
Dear Robert
I received your letter yesterday, and
am glad that you got the P.O. Order all right;
I was afraid from your previous letter that
perhaps you were out of money, but I am glad
you had sense enough to save some of your
earnings.
I am glad that you have struck another job
even if it is only for a short time, it is
better than walking the streets. And I hope
you will have sense enough to save any money
that you can and not be fool enough to throw
it away on fellows in Liquor Stores, who if
you were in need could not lend you five
dollars
I think you should look out what your
future life is likely to be. It is not
probable that you will ever earn as much
money as you have done in the past nor are
you likely ever to have such a good job as
you have had with McGuire + Sloan, you are
getting advanced in life and less able to
work, and I think those Biles coming on you
are but warnings that your constitution is
giving way.
Do not send us any money, I have enough
with economy to get along with, and Miss
Gilliland bids me write to you that if you
are out of work or unwell just to come home
for the Summer, and instead of working at
Carpenter work to spend all your time about
the Garden or the field to build yourself up.
If you do not feel well it is the best thing
you can do.
Of course it don't much matter what the
people of Milford might think or say as to
your coming back so soon, but if times don't
soon mend in America, or if you are unable to
work, there will be nothing else for you but
to come back.
Miss Gilliland bids me surely tell you that
the brown duck and Madge are laying every day.
My father still moves about. Last fair day I
gave him 10l. of the bank money, and he has
not been sober since.
Pat Liverrey was buried a few weeks ago,
Whisky got the best of him at last.
Miss Gilliland desires to be kindly
remembered.
Your Affectionate Brother
James Buchanan
