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Williamsburg November 24th 1861
Sunday morning
Don't let what I have
said keep you from
coming up, if you had intended
doing so.
I have only time for a very few lines to my
dear Husband, still, these few lines must be written as I think
he would rather have them than none at all.
First, this letter of Fanny Bryan is to invite her to Sainty's
wedding which will take place on Tuesday evening, so with the
utmost dispatch there will be hardly time for her to get the
letter, and next the buggy which will be sent for her by eleven [underscored]
o'clock on Tuesday. ['o'clock on Tuesday' underscored] Will you, my dear Husband see it placed
in the hands of some Gloucester gentleman who will promise
that Tuck shall get it to-morrow night? ['to...night' underscored] Should none
of the Bryan party come on you can send up Ma's
box of candles, and a quarter of Beef that she wants
very much by Uncle Charles, also a letter to her [underscored]. You ought
to write to some one else besides your wife, dear as she is to
you. I almost feel badly when all the letters come directed
to me and not even a message in your last to either your
Mother or Sister. It is very unselfish in one to propose that
you should write to Mama, and I do not know that I should
quite get up to the point did I not think you would slip
in a little note to me too. Just a few lines of love
would content me for once, in order that you might [gratify?]
her. You will do it, won't you?
[2]
You see, notwithstanding, Mrs. Harris's message I do not expect
you up to the wedding. I think an invitation ought also
to be sent by my Brother, and he is not here yet, nor
will be arrive until to-morrow too late to send you one.
I want to see you dreadfully, and think this last week
has consisted of thirty instead of seven days. When
do you think you can come up? Sadie is better, thanks
to your mixture, of which she has not had occasion to take
a great deal. Mama is very smart, and I am
[growing?] [fat?], notwithstanding, the constant sitting
up at night. I suppose I ought to go again to-night
but I am so tired. Monty is free of fever and decidedly
convalescent, still, he requires the most constant care
and nursing. William Henry is sick, I suspect with
Typhoid symptoms. Where and when it is all to end?
Mr. Talinfino is down stairs. I saw him this
morning, and a more miserable looking man I never
saw. I should not believe in matrimony but, that I
know there are some people the happier for it. The Bible
says that we "must bear one anothers burdens, but I
do not like to do it. I will explain myself when I
see you.
Devotedly your own Wife.
Sunday night
I went to
[3]
Church this afternoon found Peyton Page
there who told me he was going back to York
to-night, and that Mr. Mc C_ had given
him the letters. Peyton is here now, and
I avail myself of the opportunity to send you
two or three more lines. I forgot to mention that
Dr. Furman remained in Town several days
after you left, he was here one evening until
twelve o'clock and proposed to take me to York
to see you. It was a strong temptation, but I was
afraid that under these circumstances you
would not be glad to see me.
I wanted particularly to tell you that the Holy
Communion will be administered next Sunday
afternoon. Won't you be able to come up? I hop e
os. Lovingly yours C.
Ask Peyton about the letter to Tuck. He has promised
to send it over the [wire?], but , I am afraid he
will forget.
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