Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln. Volume 2.
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865.

To John D. Johnston [1]

Dear Brother: Shelbyville, Novr. 4. 1851

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 can not 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, & wheat & 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 any where. Squirming & 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 you will get for the land, you spend in moving to Missouri, and the other half you will eat and drink, and wear out, & 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 non-sense---they deceive no body but yourself. Go to work is the only cure for your case.

Page  112A word for Mother:

Chapman [2] tells me he wants you to go and live with him. If I were you I would try it awhile. If you get tired of it (as I think you will not) you can return to your own home. Chapman feels very kindly to you; and I have no doubt he will make your situation very pleasant. Sincerely your Son A. LINCOLN


[1]   ALS, IHi

[2]   Augustus H. Chapman, who had married Harriett Hanks, daughter of Dennis Hanks and granddaughter of Lincoln's stepmother.