N. Stonington Nov 7^th 1864

            My Dear Court.

                                    Yours of Nov. 1^st I received Saturday evening was very glad to hear from you again so soon, and that you were alive and well after the battle. I was sorry to hear that you were again on the march, but I feared you would have to fight soon as you were so near Richmond. It made me so sad to hear of your sufferings on the march Dear Court I do pity you and Oh! how I wish it was in my power to do something for you to make you more comfortable, or if I could be with you to share your troubles. It is very/hard my Darling to hear of your sufferings and know that I can do nothing to relieve you but I will be thankful if you can only come back to me alive and well.—I heard yesterday that Erastus Brown was home on a furlough, but I have not seen him yet. guess I shall go down and see him some day. I went to church yesterday and to Singing school in the evening to Deacon Brown’s. Sam Avery and his wife came most home with me. How I did wish I could come home and find you here. I do believe I think more of it of late. I do want to see you so much. I am pining for the love of my Court. My own precious Court. It seems to me ten/months is a long time to wait, but if you can only live I will wait patiently. but Oh! this dreadful suspense. this waiting between hope and fear will it never end!—

I saw “Dick” Wheeler yesterday He told me to give his very best respects to you, and tell you that there was only one Copperhead left in Shunoc, and that was Sam Avery, and he dare not vote.

To-morrow I suppose will decide who is to be future President.

Your letter was short but none the less acceptable. I am glad you wrote if it was not more than three lines, so that I can hear you are well, and I hope you will continue to do the same. if you have not time to write a long letter, I am/glad of a short one. Mamie’s head is aching very badly indeed Is Court sorry? Wouldn’t you cure it if you were here? I remember how you used to cure my headache long ago. I am so anxious about you since I received your last letter. I am afraid you may be fighting. I hope you will write very often. I wish you might go into winter quarters, and not try to take Richmond. but Oh dear! it is no use to wish. Mother sends her love to you and is very much troubled about you as well as myself, but we can only love and pity you.

            Write often Darling. I will never forget you, am thinking of you every minute.

                                                                                                            Mary.