It is the sabath and I am in the hospital in the state of tenesee in the town of Galeton where I have bin ever since last Wednesday and am not well enough yet to go to my regiment on account of the fever and some other complaints which I think I never will get rid of till I can get to where I can be taken care of but that is not all.  I am with out money and can not git any but I have one postage stamp to put on one letter and I thought that I would send it to my only best friend on earth which I think would if she had the chance to do it would take care of me while I am on this earth for I think a great many times that it will not be very long till I shall go to see my savior.  I can tell you the only way that I have not wrote to you sooner it is because I have been sick for most going on a week and if you have wrote to me I have not had an opportunity of receiving it and I don't know whether I ever will get there any more or not.  This may be the last that I ever will write to you and if it is o my wife, try to meet me where parting will never be any more for I thank God that I ever got and found the Lord.  Rejoice to my poor sole, yes I think I hear you God, amen.  Tell my children to try to be good children and try to meet me in heaven.  May the good Lord inspire their hearts unto wisdoms way while they are young, Easter.  Tell all of my friend, if I have any, not to think that I have forgot them.  Tell them that I'm in a home.  I have believed also that Jesus is my friend, yes, altho I am so nervious that I can hardly write at all and my head is out of focus some how.
        Well if this letter gits to you after I am where that you will be very glad of it but will feel sorrow, but my dear wife, just think that it is Jesus that can kill and that it is He that can make alive.  Praise the Lord.
        Remaining your affectionate husband until death, farewell.
Amos S. Lambert