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Rh No, no—the money firt. One hilling and two-pence, if you pleae.

This is all I have.—Here, here, mother.

Three halfpence too hort! However, one mut be charitable.

I thank you, my dear Frederick — Wine revives me — Wine from the hand of my on gives me almot a new life.

Don’t peak too much, mother. — Take your time.

Tell me, dear child, how you have paed the five years ince you left me.

Both good and bad, mother. To day plenty—to-morrow not o much—And ometimes nothing at all.

You have not written to me this long while.

Dear mother, conider the great ditance I was from you! And then, in the time of war, how often letters micarry. — Beides —

No matter now I ee you. But have you obtained your dicharge?