Topeka, Nov. 25. My own dear Mother: I almost cry to think of writing to you. I love you more than I [?] can tell. For the long years that have [?] by since I saw you last I have thought of you continually and hoped I should soon be in a condition to come on and see you. I regret that I ever left you. Nothing that I have done or gained here or can at first to gain can ever make up for your company. I just hope to be a comfort to you in your old age. I have felt too keenly for you to write to you I have delayed it from time to time still thinking of my own dear mother. No one knows how much I love you and still love you. I hope to see you soon I have hardly dared to read a letter from home for the last year. I [?] 2 months here I carried them almost deciding to look at them. But I hope the time will come when I can say that I still have a mother and not be ashamed at my treatment of her. I have been hard at work for the first year and hope to accomplish something out of it. But your still my own dear mother and heart sick as I have been I still love you better than all things else. Time seems like a dream since I saw you last I hope that I may see you and take you in my lap and kiss you. You know not how many tears I have shed in thinking of you. I must say that on the whole I have had a [right?] time of it since I left New Hampshire. Disappointment and disappointment has come upon me but no one has heard me complain. I have borne every thing in silense. As for my self I do not care so much. I have but very little selfishness in my nature. But I cannot bear the idea of any one else suffering through me. My heart almost breaks at the thought. I hope soon to be in a condition that will make us all happy. Goodby my own dear mother. No one can love me as I know you do. If you will write me another letter I will answer it before I go to sleep. You know how much I love you, don't you Your affectionate Child Charlie. You and Katie must excuse this paper, but I had not time to get any other [tonight?]