Macon Miss
Nov 7th/63
My Own Darling,
Still anxiously do I look & long for a letter from you and to my expectant enquiry for letters receive the same reply "No letter to day; wait my child untill tomorrow, and I think you will get one" 'Tis said, tomorrow is the time when sinners repent, and fools grow wise, and, I may add, when I get letters, and that is just never. "Hope defered, certainly maketh the heart sick" & I think at times that mine is sick nigh unto death because I can't hear from my precious Husband. I've been visiting, and have just returned home this evening. When I am away, as well as at home, you occupy most of my thoughts, and I tell them all, what a good, clever fellow, I've been so lucky as to entrap into marrying / me. I can tell you one thing, there is no one who can appreciate a good husband better that I can. And Oh! how I do wish I could have mine with me all the time That's my dearest wish now. Darling, when do you think this awful war will end? Seems to me we are farther from peace than ever now. Some of the girls were to see me the other day, and we got to talking about marrying. They wanted to know my opinion on marrying during the war. I told them not to do it because they would suffer so much from anxiety. They laughed & one of them said it was queer advice for me to give for she had just heard the day before that no one could coax me to say I was sorry I married when I did. No indeed, I am not, but I do wish I could have my Darling with me. I told them if they could get a "Cow Commissary", "bread Capt." or Surgeon, 'twould do very well, but never to marry a brave man (that is one in the rank or file) if / they didn't wish to suffer almost death from anxiety.
My Darling, I'm happy to inform you that I have entirely recovered from my "sickness" Have been well three or four days. It got very bad again & Mother had to take it in hand. I began to use the stone but she stoped me, and used slipery elm poultices at night and black wash during the day It cured it up in no time. I would not write to you about it for I knew it would do no good & only make you miserable. We are having a great deal of sickness at the plantation, lost two negroes and have several others dangerously ill. Pa buried a very valuable negro boy this evening, the one that I wished you had with you in the army
Darling it seems such a long, long time since I heard from you. Seems to me I want to see you worse now than I ever did. But I know it is vain to wish for you to come home. My own Darling do be a good fellow and ever think lovingly of your doating little wife
Nannie