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Rome December 91, 1862

Friday Evening

Darling Mother,

I have just received yours and my

dear Father's letters, and had been thinking so

much of our last Xmas together that I must

recall it to you. I can't remember whether [Nita?] Lee

and Penny Bedinger were there Christmas day

or came on the day after, but I think they came

after. But don't you remember you made a

plum pudding because it was darling Charley's

first Xmas at home for so long and we tried

so hard to be bright and cheerful because it was his

first, and [we?] invited George Bedinger to dinner and

Capt. Patterson from over at Mrs. [?], but Capt

Patterson went to Dr. Stewart Baldwins and George would

not get here because so many had asked be

fore him. Charley had been down into Clark Co

already the day before and it was a little doubtful wheth

er he could get back, and he went again the day

after Xmas. Then don't you remember we went to

church, and some of the Lexington boys, belonging to

the Rockbridge Artilliry sat just behind us and you

were wishing so much you had turned round

and asked them to dine with you, but you did

not and after we got home we were talking

about it, and Charley went back to the church

to see if he could get any of them but they were

all going to Mr. Williams's, oh I remember it all

so well. And don't you remember you gave

darling Charley a pair of kid gloves that he was

so much pleased with; dear Father was in Rich

mond, so we spent our Xmas [alone?] after all.

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Oh Darling Mother, will this earth ever seem

like the same earth again? When, when will

God take us all, it does seem to me sometimes

as if I must cry out in despair that the burden

of life was too heavy for me to bear, and if it is

so with me who am young and strong what must

it be to you and my precious father. I keep saying

over to myself, only a little while, only a little