Henry H. Hill to Luvenia Hill, 2 April 1863
April the 2/63  Camp Morgan             Dear wife After my best love to you and children I drop you a few lines wich I trust may find you all well as it leaves me well at present I am sorrow to hear that poor little James is so poorly it makes me miserable and for you to write to me that you dont think you can stand it a month longer Doo my dear put on more curage god will take care of you I regrett the day that i left home to go in willis place I mout of been home doing well to day if ihad not went in thou I am in now and i will have to do the best I can ihope god will preserve us My dear one you must not fret about me i hope god may take care of me and my darling ones at home you said your salt was out you must get some from Mah tel we can buy some i can get it from Charleston if i could get it home you must write me word wether you could get it eny way in the neighborhood or not doo my dear one write me word about every thing peper is fat a nuff and dose splendid do my dear one give James some thing to help him they dont give furlows yet will come home the first chance i get [?] Horn is gone and Nixs now I will try and come after them soon they are trying to get me off to go after them they went through watterborough I will take every care of my self that i can and come home as often as posible I have a tin buckett full of sugar her for you when i come or see some chance to send it you say that you cant do without your hart you have mine my dear one you must not give up to truble about me for I cant stand it it would of been better for me / if i had dide when I was a child for mi mind dont see no rest for the weary My dear pray to god to give you patient to wait his good time for the war to stop and to preserve our lives to see the end of it and to live long a nuff to rase our little ones may god smile on ous is the prayr of your Loving Husband untel Death My Sweet one dont greeve your darling self about me for the love that you have for ous if you love me and children wich inow you doo dearly dont fret your self to make you sick wich would do me harm and you all so you must not be oneasy about me we are at a purty place we get molasses and bacon and sugar rice grist rite me a long letter every week i hope Mah will be satisfied about the horse. we aint drawn our money yet it will be 3 monts dew ous now we will get it soon ihope you must rite me word wether James went after the rice or not Oncle William Hill has join our Company and about 10 others O that god may take my absent loved ones under his hand of protection and keep them from all harm comfort them in all ther trubles preserve them blameless untel the coming of Christ when shal judg the world and they that have done good will go in life everlasting May it be our happier lot to meet that wellcom [?] Com in ye blest of my father though has been faithfully over a few things enter though in to the joy of the Lord and iwill make the ruler over many things Pray for our lives to be spaird and the war to stop and we will live many happy days to gether again I must close rite soon and long Tel Jas to come down soon as he can goodby sweet HHHill

 

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DATABASE CONTENT
(8524)DL1411.025118Letters1863-04-02

Tags: Fear, Food, Furloughs, Home, Homecoming, Homesickness, Love, Peace, Religion, Sadness

People - Records: 2

  • (3098) [writer] ~ Hill, Henry H.
  • (3100) [recipient] ~ Hill, Luvenia
SOURCES

Henry H. Hill to Luvenia Hill, 2 April 1863, DL1411.025, Nau Collection