Burlington
30th January 1863.
My Dear Children Anne & Mary,
You don't know how happy I was when your kind letter was brought to me from the post office. Always write to me when you have an opertunity [sic] . And I hope you will learn something evry [sic] day so that you can write your own letters to me. And read mine. For I may sometimes want to write you something that you would not like to have others read, but if you can't read then you will have to get some one [sic] to read them for you. Lilley Ainsworth writes a very pretty letter nearly evry [sic] week, to her papa, & does it all herself. But she is older and larger than you are and of course ought to write better than you can.
Last Sunday when I went to church away up on the hill I could sea [sic] a great ways over the river int [sic] Illinois and wished that I could travel as fast as my thougts [sic] how quick I could have been home.
I shall expect a letter from you very soon in answer to this. Good night my dear children.
Samuel B. Reed
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