I have neglected you, my little book, but don't you know how sick I am? And how they have all been busy nursing me, so tenderly, so pati...

Maryland Heights, Va., September 21st, 1862. Toward evening of the 13th we left Frederic City and marched out on the National Turnpike tow...

For the past ten days there was nothing of particular interest. Quite a number of men are sick. I was in the hospital today seeing my men an...

BINGHAMTON, October 15, 1850. MY DEAR SIR—I deeply regretted that you could not give us a call on your return, for I had many things I wis...

NEW YORK, October 25, 1850. MY DEAR SIR—My wife and I were very much pained to observe that the apprehension you expressed in respect to y...

FRANKFORT, July 23, 1850. MY DEAR DAUGHTER,—Doubly near and dear to me in your affliction, I do not know how to address you, or to express...

APRIL 2. Mr. Calhoun's funeral, which took place to-day, was attended in the Senate Chamber at twelve o'clock. I did not wish to c...

We  moved in rear of the wagons up to Monticello, and there we passed them and went into camp. One of our comrades, John Hearmon, who had ...

I helped to bury Cousin A. N. Ramsey, who had died of fever two days before, from Franklin County, Alabama, and a member of the sixteenth Al...

CAMP SAXTON, BEAUFORT, February 8, 1863. I feel that it was a little cowardly in me to run away from camp yesterday, but I knew that three...

[July 1, 1863.] One of the men who gave himself up is confined here here   is about three miles from here his wife is sick expected to di...

NED CARTER THE BLACKSMITH. When I first came here I was pretty well used up, but thanks to my friends, Garland of company C and Wheelock a...

Charlie Wheeler was buried with military honors from the Congregational church to-day. Two companies of the 54th New York State National Gua...

CAMP SAXTON, BEAUFORT, February 8, 1863. I feel that it was a little cowardly in me to run away from camp yesterday, but I knew that three...

CAMP NEAR CHARLESTOWN SIX MILES (OR FOUR) FROM  HARPERS FERRY, August 23, 1864.  DEAREST:— For the first time since I saw you I received let...

To-day again church bells at the North are calling good people to worship, and to hear words of cheer and comfort to the soul. The prayers o...

WEST POINT, February 9, 1859 . MY DEAR SISTER: . . . The perusal of your last letter gave me great pain, yet I am glad you gave me so clear ...

Dr. Carr is dead. He had a stroke of paralysis two weeks ago and for several days he has been unconscious. The choir of our church, of whic...

Another day born in the midst of the rattle of shot and shell. Each day finds us more firmly entrenched amid these hills, until we begin to...

Still banging away. I took a horseback ride around the line to the left in the rear of McClernand's corps. Everywhere I went I was ...