report from my teacher, he was greatly pleased, and showed it in his eye and voice, but he always insisted that I should get the “maximum,” that he would never be perfectly satisfied with less.  That I did sometimes win it, deservedly, I know was due to his judicious and wise method of exciting my ambition and perseverance.  I have endeavoured to show how fond my father was of his children, and as the best picture I can offer of his loving, tender devotion to us all, I give here a letter from him written about this time to one of his daughters who was staying with our grandmother, Mrs. Custis, at Arlington: 

“WestPoint, February 25, 1853.

“My precious Annie:  I take advantage of your gracious permission to write to you, and there is no telling how far my feelings might carry me were I not limited by the conveyance furnished by the Mim’s [Footnote:  His pet name for my mother.] letter, which lies before me, and which must, the Mim says so, go in this morning’s mail.  But my limited time does not diminish my affection for you, Annie, nor prevent my thinking of you and wishing for you.  I long to see you through the dilatory nights.  At dawn when I rise, and all day, my thoughts revert to you in expressions that you cannot hear or I repeat.  I hope you will always appear to me as you are now painted on my heart, and that you will endeavour to improve and so conduct yourself as to make you happy and me joyful all our lives.  Diligent and earnest attention to all your duties can only accomplish this.  I am told you are growing very tall, and I hope very straight.  I do not know what the cadets will say if the Superintendent’s children do not practice what he demands of them.  They will naturally say he had better attend to his own before he corrects other people’s children, and as he permits his to stoop it is hard he will not allow them.  You and Agnes [Footnote:  His third daughter.] must not, therefore, bring me into discredit with my young friends, or give them reason to think that I require more of them than of my own.  I presume your mother has told all about us, our neighbours and our affairs.  And indeed she may have done that and not said much either, so far as I know.  But we are all well and have much to be grateful for.  To-morrow we anticipate the pleasure of your brother’s [Footnote:  His son, Curtis.] company, which is always a source of pleasure to us.  It is the only time we see him, except when the Corps come under my view at some of their exercises, when my eye is sure to distinguish him among his comrades and follow him over the plain.  Give much love to your dear grandmother, grandfather, Agnes, Miss Sue, Lucretia, and all friends, including the servants.  Write sometimes, and think always of your

“Affectionate father,

“R.  E. Lee.”

In a letter to my mother, written many years previous to this, he says: 

“I pray God to watch over and direct our efforts in guarding our dear little son. ...  Oh, what pleasure I lose in being separated from my children!  Nothing can compensate me for that. ...”