December 30th, 1861.
My dear Mother:
I hardly know what
you all think at home — Hall gets married, and I send no word of
congratulation; Walter sends me a beautiful present, and I return no word of
thanks; Horace writes me a letter full of kindness, and it lies still
unanswered; your letters come with such regularity, and yet are hardly better
treated. You have been waiting, I suppose impatiently, to receive some news,
but I have been obliged to be silent, for I have been quite ill with a fever. I
am better this morning, so I write to set your mind at ease. I am under the
charge now of Dr. McDonald, who is excessively kind and supplies me with every
comfort a sick man could desire, such as clean sheets, cheerful faces, currant
jelly, easy chairs, etc. I do not feel much like writing I must say, and, after
I've told you I am now getting along very comfortably, you will excuse me from
making this letter a long one.
With best love,
Very Affec'y.,
W. T. Lusk.
SOURCE: William Chittenden Lusk, Editor, War Letters
of William Thompson Lusk, p. 111-2
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