It is Sunday morn, the sun has arisen clear and bright, the air is soft and pleasant as in June. The long roll has not beaten for a march yet, but we are awaiting orders. It seems a pity to mar the beauty of this day by military bustle but everything is changed here and before night it may be cold as erebus1.
I should not close this ‘till we had orders to start but the mail closes and I might not get a chance to send it, so I will take leave of you for the present. If we don’t go I will write you tomorrow. Give my love to all, and many kisses to you and the baby,
C. A. Burleigh
Noun: Evening, the decline of the sun, whence darkness, blackness. - American Dictionary of the English Language, 1828 ↩