October 14th.
I am going to write a letter to the very sweetest little
woman I know, the only sweetheart I have; can you guess who she is? I tell you,
I would like to see my sunshine, even this brightest of days. My finger has
been healed over for some time, and I am blest by an ever-kind Providence with
the use of it, though it is still partially stiff. I hope, however, in the
course of time, that I shall be again blest with its perfect use. ... If I get
into winter-quarters, will little ex-Anna Morrison come and keep house for me,
and stay with me till the opening of the campaign of 1862? Now, remember, I
don't want to change housekeepers. I want the same one all the time. I am very
thankful to that God who withholds no good thing from me (though I am so
utterly unworthy and ungrateful) for making me a major-general in the
Provisional Army of the Confederate States. The commission dates from the 7th
of October
SOURCE: Mary Anna Jackson, Life and Letters of
General Thomas J. Jackson (Stonewall Jackson), p. 195
No comments:
Post a Comment