Augest 3^the 1862

 

My dear brother

and sister it is with sorrow that i pick up my pen  to write to you we have not received any leter from you since for 4 or 5 weeks that is one troble and the other is Robert is going to war this is Sunday and he is a going to morrow morning at 10 o clock O dear there is no end to sorrow in this world and you are not coming in this fall is another troble mother says She dont know how to stand it to think that you ant a coming in this fall O will i do wish you would come in but if you do come Emily Hubbard is going /

 

with you

[phrase scratched out]

well Sarah I want

you to bring me a

tolip tulip when you

come well will we

had a mess of roasting ears to

day out of your northern corn

the first Sunday in august

well Sarah we like your meal

coffee the best kind bring in

your peach cans when you come

            Well    So good by for the preasant

            E E F to W and

S forder i would a rote on that

other half sheet but o thout you

would need need as paper is scace out

                                                there

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