On Thursday last, we performed our first public duty, after drilling in the loadings and firings, in which we excelled, after firing "h...

[September 17, 1862.] Dearest Mother , — I am wounded so as to be helpless. Good by, if so it must be. I think I die in victory. God de...

near Sharpsburg , September 17, 1862. On the field. Dear Mother , — It is a misty, moisty morning; we are engaging the enemy, and are d...

WASHINGTON, D.C., September 11, 1862 I am here now two days getting arms for our recruits. All is reported quiet beyond Rockville, and ...

Camp Beyond Rockville, Maryland , September 7, Sunday. It is a hot, sunny, breezy afternoon. We are in line of battle with Sumner's...

camp Near TennallytowN, Maryland , September 5, 1862. I wrote you a hasty scrawl in my hurried visit to Washington, just to assure you ...

Washington, D. C ., September 3, 1862 After an experience of sixteen days here, I am humiliated, exhausted, yet well and determined. ...

in Bivouac Near Rappahannock Crossing , August 20, 1862. I had hardly finished my last letter when marching orders came. We had a night...

Camp Near Culpeper, Virginia , August 17, 1862, Sunday. The battle of Cedar Mountain, or, correctly, Slaughter's Mountain, or, in...

Camp Near Culpeper, Virginia , August 15, 1862. I have fallen into camp life and its spirit quite easily. It is the virtue of duty in t...

Camp Near Culpeper , Virginia , August 13, 1862, 9 P.M. I have a chance to send a line, but hardly time to write. A sharp, sudden ha...

Dear Captain , — How are you? I'm prisoner of war. It seems to run in the family.* I hope you won't have it. I wish that you may fi...

The last year has been the richest of my life. For the first time in my life, I have been sure, every day, that I was doing good. I have wo...

Have order for exchange with Major Davidson at Fort Warren. Shall come home at once and arrange it. SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight,...

Dear Mother, — I send you my journal. You will see by it that I became a prisoner by carelessness, mixed, perhaps, with good-nature. D—— is...

Williamsport, Maryland , Monday Evening, June 2, 1862. At last. Soon after my last words, Mr. Barnhardt, with corpulent and puffy ene...

No news. We are endeavoring to get a wagon to go to Martinsburg, and, if successful, will be off at once for “ our lines. ” SOURCE: ...

Vienna, November 2, 1862. My Dear Holmes : More and more does it become difficult for me to write to you. I am greedier than ever for y...

A thunder-storm is sharply rattling over us. Hope is still deferred. The sound of cannon hushed at about noon. Rumor says, Milroy has been ...

The streets are quiet tonight. We await events. The parole under which I have been quietly living at Mr. Barnhardt's since Monday in...