The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln: A Narrative And Descriptive Biography With Pen-Pictures And Personal; Recollections By Those Who Knew HimBrowne, Francis F. (Francis Fisher)
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The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln: A Narrative And Descriptive Biography With Pen-Pictures And Personal; Recollections By Those Who Knew Him
Browne, Francis F. (Francis Fisher)
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865; Presidents -- United States -- Biography
Affectionately your brother,
A. LINCOLN.
In other letters he wrote even more sharply to his thriftless
step-brother.
Shelbyville, Nov. 4, 1851
DEAR BROTHER:--When I came into Charleston, day before yesterday, I
learned that you are anxious to sell the land where you live, and
move to Missouri. I have been thinking of this ever since, and
cannot but think such a notion is utterly foolish. What can you do
in Missouri better than here? Is the land any richer? Can you
there, any more than here, raise corn and wheat and oats without
work? Will any body there, any more than here, do your work for
you? If you intend to go to work, there is no better place than
right where you are; if you do not intend to go to work, you can
not get along anywhere. Squirming and crawling about from place to
place can do no good. You have raised no crop this year; and what
you really want is to sell the land, get the money and spend it.
Part with the land you have, and, my life upon it, you will never
after own a spot big enough to bury you in. Half of what you will
get for the land you will spend in moving to Missouri, and the
other half you will eat and drink and wear out, and no foot of
land will be bought. Now, I feel it is my duty to have no hand in
such a piece of foolery. I feel that it is so even on your own
account, and particularly on mother's account. The eastern forty
acres I intend to keep for mother while she lives; if you will not
cultivate it, it will rent for enough to support her; at least, it
will rent for something. Her dower in the other two forties she can
let you have, and no thanks to me. Now, do not misunderstand this
letter. I do not write it in any unkindness. I write it in order,
if possible, to get you to face the truth, which truth is, you are
destitute because you have idled away all your time. Your thousand
pretences for not getting along better are all nonsense. They
deceive nobody but yourself. _Go to work_ is the only cure for your
case.
Sincerely yours,
A. LINCOLN.
In still another letter he reveals his tender solicitude for his
step-mother, as well as his care for his step-brother's unfortunate
children.
Shelbyville, Nov. 9, 1851
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