Atlanta Illinois
Nov. 13th 1865.
Dear Sam
Your very affectionate letter was duly received, and would have sooner been replied to had not my professional engagements caused me to procrastinate my other duties.
I confess that I have been wrong in not writing to you before. I promise that I will do better in the future.
In regard to my Southern services, I acted as I then thought right. My surroundings, interests, and some dear attachments were Southern. I now see my error.
I did not hear of Ned's death untill I reached New / Orleans from Mexico. Nor did I know that he was in the Army. So long as the mails between Texas and N. York existed, Ned and I continued a brotherly correspondence. I truly mourned, and still mourn, his loss.
In regard to the Misses Thorn, I sincerely regret their error. I shall ever entertain a kind feeling towards them.
As to Miss Vail &c If you can possibly find some girl who loves you, and who has some solid attractions, I would advise you to marry by all means. Had I have married many year ago, I would not have been the "Rolling Stone" you speak of.
I am glad to hear that you are so well pleased with your situation. You are young, / promotion will come in time.
You ask me to write my travels, and adventures. It wood take a long letter to do so. I hope soon to be able to relate them to you.
At present I am a western man (a sucker).
The west offers fine inducements to men of enterprize. This state is of the richest.
I lately formed a pardnership with Dr Baird, of this town, for the practice of our profession. I think that we will do a heavy business in purging, and operating on a suffering community.
My health continues good.
Write me if you ever meet any of my old associates.
Give love to Father, and Mother. Also to Zayda when / you write to her.
Love to Rebecca and Elvira, Also to King.
I am in hopes owe them all letters, which I try to send soon.
Tel Beck and King that their affectionate letters of the 7th inst. were thankfully recd
Trusting soon to hear from you. I am
Very Affectionately
Your Brother
Wm. R. Robinson