Tuesday, April 7 1864

My Dear Mother,

Your letter with
Lizzie's came last night. My
throat is getting well rapidly. I
shall be quite straight again
in a few days, and you know
my general state of health is
so vigorous now a days that I
do not need a furlough on that
score. That I do not need one
is lucky, and let us be thank-
ful for it, for I could not get
one on any ground if I did
want it. But I should like
to come home and see you.
It is only the old members how-
ever (of right) who are getting
furloughs now. The sick can
perhaps get them in case of

absolute necessity, but not
very readily, and not all who
need them.

I received a letter from Aunt
Ruth and Clara last even-
ing. I have just written
a line to Nathaniel today.
I mentioned to him why you
did not write - hope you
may have written before this
time. The order just came for
the regt to go on picket tomorrow,
immediately after countermanded
to day after tomorrow. As I
probably shall not go, the
orderly Sergt offers me the job
of making out a couple of
muster rolls here in my tent,
instead of the guard duty wh
the sick have to do when the
regt is out of camp. Good bye

[The letter continues on a second sheet of paper. (This is page 3, but it includes the number "2" in the upper right corner.)]

To Mother (continued). I
have got to take up my pen
and write some more. The
President has just been here.
Abraham Lincoln has just passed
through our camp. We expected
him somewhat yesterday, and some
stumps were grubbed up in the
streets and every thing made
extra clean. So again today.
The guns were stacked in the
streets and the men fell in be-
hind the stacks and cheered
him as he passed. He is very
homely, but I looked on him
with great interest, and should
like to see more of him. He
was on horseback, in citizen's
clothes, with his black rather
seedy looking hat in his hand.
A company of lancers escorted
him. I saw Major Fay

afterwards, and was in-
troduced to Miss Gilson
who was in company with
him. He always remembers
Lizzie's having called upon
him to make inquiries about
me. Miss Gilson is engaged
at the Division Hospital, near
here at present. One or two of
our men are there and through
them I have heard from her.
She has nice things with her,
such as mutton broth in cans,
which she gives them. She
sings and reads to them. Last
Sabbath evening she came in,
sang, read and offered prayer
with them, as there were no
other religious exercises. She
is perfectly quiet and simple,
wears little or no crinoline, and
clings to Major Fay all the
time excepting when she is
tripping round, looking into
the tents to see, I suppose, whether
the men live comfortably or
not. She is welcome every where.

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The Cong list April 3, says speaking of the Conscript Bill it
"hopes if any clergy-
man is drafted he
will if it is a possible
thing go and go
in the ranks.