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Rome, December 21, 1862

Sunday Evening

My dear Father,

I received your letter and am concerned

indeed to know what you will do. I am so much afraid

you will have to take something which will be too much

for your strength. I know of no one in this neighborhood

who wants a teacher except the one Cousin [?] [Castleman?]

spoke of for one of the [Adies?], and they want a lady. Early in

the fall you could have gotten to Dr. Jones's, which would

have been such a pleasant situation, but he has a teacher

now. Do you think this last victory will give us peace any

sooner, if we might but have peace and go back to Winchester.

I have seen no list of the casualties, have you? ([as printed?]

the Richmond papers just after it) and were any of our

friends among the number? I am sorry to hear the Loudon

people are having such a time; poor Uncle William has been

a sufferer. I wish grandma could get to Aunt [Fanny's?], I

think she must be right uncomfortable, but I don't see how

she can if Uncle William has no carriage. These are terrible

times, and such cold weather our poor soldiers must suffer

very much. Don't you congratulate me I have at last got

a pair of thick shoes. Poor Mr. Bolling has been scouring the

country over to buy or beg leather to make them and has at

last succeeded. Everything is very quiet here in the country

the papers come irregularly, and we hear nothing, no body

writes. Mrs. Bolling is still staying home and is very funny

and cheerful, and keeps up our spirits. She don't mind our

laughing at her peculiarities (of which she has a great

many) but says, "laugh on child, laugh on, I like to see

you laugh." Her Brother old Mr. Goode came last

night on his way to pay his second visit to Miss

[Nita?][Culter?], greatly to Mrs. Bolling's annoyance.

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She knowing that Miss [Nita?] would not marry him.

I still take my walks every evening, sometimes

alone, sometimes with Millie, and often think of

you and dear Mother walking at the same time

and wish I could join you.