The parson is in my tent doing his best to extract something solemn out of Willis' violin. Now he stumbles on a strain of "Sweet Ho...

Staunton, Vieginia , June 9, 1864. Dearest : — I wrote you yesterday a letter which if it reaches you at all, will be some days in advan...

Vienna , March 28, 1863. My Dearest Mother : . . . As to your making yourself out so very old, I can't admit that when I see, for...

Cold with more snow. Detailed as guard with brigade teams going about five miles out on the Williamsport road for wood. Severe, cold weathe...

Very little sleep on board the boat last night. Passing around New York the boat landed at Pier No. 2, North River, at about 6 A. M. The tr...