Home, 17th April, 1861.
My Dear Charley, —
Night before last, at eleven o'clock, the loveliest of girls. By
midnight I was wondering to think how glad and thankful a man may be even in
the midst of civil war. Frank is perfectly fascinated, and laughs with shy
delight as he calls me to look at the baby’s nose, and puts his finger
carefully upon the little soft red cheek. If it were not for the bitter days
before us, I should feel that I was having more than my share of happiness.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
144-5
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