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no Eye but his, and no other Ear could hear the
repentant moan that has gon from my heart. and
should the few hours between this and the riseing sun of tomorrow
be my last. my last thought would be of you my last prayer
for your forgiveness.
When at home last winter I made you a promise, that
promise I have faithfuly kept. And I hope I shall be
enabled to if I ever get home again. Why it's so much harder
for me to keep it at home I no not but here its no
trouble at all. But darling its getting late and I
must close, I shall write you again Sunday if nothing
turns up. Give my Love to all Kiss the Children for
me, and believe me dearest your true and devoted
Husband Foster.
P.S. there has been no mail from the East for two
days, and I dont know when this will leave Nashville
but I shall post it tomorrow. now good night or rather
morning (2 o,clock) and I will turn in and dream
of thee.
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