To-day I have
received the expected letter; but it relieves no part of my sadness. My dear
child at home is no better. I may never meet her again. This in another of the
trials of this unholy war; but I am selfish. How many have so much more reason
to complain than I?
Boxes of luxuries
and comforts for the sick received from home to-day. Many of the days which we
have spent in this army have been days of gloom and darkness; and, oh! how
these stars of kindness do sparkle in the gloom and lighten the darkness around
us! The luxuries contained in the boxes are a comfort to the sick, but these
are not THE comforts which we derive from them. They come from friends at home.
They tell of the interest felt by them in the cause for which we suffer, of
their interest in us as the defenders of that cause, and that we are not
forgotten! Names of many of those who are engaged in this work of kindness are
known to us, and whenever heard will call up a thrill of grateful affection so
long as memory holds a place among us.
SOURCE: Alfred L.
Castleman, The Army of the Potomac. Behind the Scenes. A Diary of
Unwritten History; From the Organization of the Army, by General George B.
McClellan, to the close of the Campaign in Virginia about the First Day
January, 1863, p. 66
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