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I guess it has been rare, if ever, since I was married, that I have spent a Sabbath any where away, that I have not written something at least to you, to the Light of My home. Well I guess the habit is not badly broken; the practice really stopped yet. | I guess it has been rare, if ever, since I was married, that I have spent a Sabbath any where away, that I have not written something at least to you, to the Light of My home. Well I guess the habit is not badly broken; the practice really stopped yet. | ||
But I guess you may well think I have written about enough since I have been away; averaged I guess about a letter a day. Probably it would be much better if my letters were shorter, fewer and better; but somehow I like to think right out on the paper in writing to you. | But I guess you may well think I have written about enough since I have been away; averaged I guess about a letter a day. Probably it would be much better if my letters were shorter, fewer and better; but somehow I like to think right out on the paper in writing to you. | ||
But I must tell you of my doings here. I wrote you last Saturday morning before going out I think. I went out, found John | But I must tell you of my doings here. I wrote you last Saturday morning before going out I think. I went out, found John Condit Smith at the Cheney House, six of them in a room, he introduced me to some of them, Church used to be |
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Isaac Springfield Ill. Jan 17, 1857 Elyria Brown's Capitol House Springfield, Sangamon Co. Illinois Monday Jan. 19, 1857 My Dear Wife Yesterday was Sabbath day; and I made no letter to you; You may be surprised at it; but I did not write at all all day. This you know is quite contrary to my usual actions. It has long been a sort of rule or custom with me to write on the Sabbath, to my Mother, my Wife. I guess it has been rare, if ever, since I was married, that I have spent a Sabbath any where away, that I have not written something at least to you, to the Light of My home. Well I guess the habit is not badly broken; the practice really stopped yet. But I guess you may well think I have written about enough since I have been away; averaged I guess about a letter a day. Probably it would be much better if my letters were shorter, fewer and better; but somehow I like to think right out on the paper in writing to you. But I must tell you of my doings here. I wrote you last Saturday morning before going out I think. I went out, found John Condit Smith at the Cheney House, six of them in a room, he introduced me to some of them, Church used to be