My own Dear Wife,
You may be somewhat surprised at receiving another letter from me so soon but since I mailed my todays letter, I recieved yours writen the night after you were so nearly made homeless, and its contents had affected me so that I loose no time in writing you a few lines though I don’t know what posible good I can do.
The mere thought of what might have hapened had the fire started in the night has completely upset my philosophy and made my blood run cold. What a horable fate would mine have been to been robed, by a dreadfull death, of wife, child, and mother. May we thank the ever mercyfull God that you Read letter
Stafford Course House, Va, March 22d 1863
Dear loved Wife,
I have finished my morning work and as usual on sundays I set myself to the agreeable task, of writing to you. I wonder what I should do if this privilege were denied me. I have passed many pleasant hours in writing you poor letters for I knew you would think they were good if they brought good tidings from me, but I have feared sometimes that I should be a little tedious for I know that I have not the wit to make a letter entertaining that you have, but as charity covers a multitude of sins, so your partially makes up for all deficiencies in that respect.
When Read letter
Stafford Court House, VA March 18, ’63
You must be contented with a very short letter this time for I have more than the usual amount of work to do today, we have got to get the company ready for a grand review today.
I received a long looked-for letter from you last night it came three days later than usual and I began to feel anxious about you, I did not know but baby was suffering from the effects of that fall, I am glad to hear that she is better. I hope your anxiety about her may be groundless it is natural for you to worry some about the future but I am glad to see Read letter
Stafford Courthouse, VA, March 15th, 1863
We are having another cold and dreary Sunday and as usual on such days I am thinking of home. You must not suppose that it is the only time I think of home, but when the outward world is shut out from our contemplation, we naturally turn our thoughts inward and think over the past, and as distance lends enchantment to the view so when I think over the many happy days I have spent with you they seem tinged with a beauty that the present cannot realize. How often have I sit with you upon the door steps or at the window and watched the moon in its majestic course through Read letter