N. Stonington March 5^th/65.

My own darling Court

                                    I have just returned from church and now I will answer your very good letter which I have just received. I heard last evening that there was a letter at Deacon Brown’s for me but I could not get it until to-day and last night I was thinking so much about it and wondering what the contents of it were, that I did not sleep much. I could not sleep for thinking of it. You don’t know how very happy it makes me to get a letter from you. I was so glad that I had got a letter and now I have read it. I am so sorry to hear that you are/sick and in such low spirits. It makes me very sad. Oh! how I wish I was with you. Do you believe I could cheer you up? I guess I could make you well. I am glad you are not angry at “Mamie” for writing that letter. Only six more months from to day and your time will be out and you’ll come home to me. How fast the time is flying, and I am so glad. I am glad you have got your orders appointing you a staff officer. Some day you will have the horse when your time is out. Is it so? I want you to tell me when you write again the name of the Gen. whose staff you are on so I can tell people when they ask me. I saw Mary Randall to church to-day. she told me to tell you that/she was mad at you for not sending her one of your pictures. Court, what made you call me a “little goose”? do you think I am?—About the young folks getting proud. I did not mean the boys but the girls. I thought you would be interested in those. They boys are pretty scarce. I never see a “Milltowner” if there are any left except Charles Nate He is courting Nell Tracy and is about as cunning as ever. I want you to understand Court that I think you are far superior to any man young or old that I ever saw. Don’t think that I think any of these cowards at home are above the soldiers for I always did respect the soldiers above every other class of people. I honor them for their bravery, and pity and sympathize with them for/their sufferings. Ed told them in the Lyceum the other night that the cream of Shunoc had gone to the war and I think it is so.—Nell Brown is home I guess I shall go down and see her. Your cousin Ed Brown, Smith’s son has gone to the war. George Stillman is going to sea this spring as second mate. I should not think he would mind leaving his wife. she is such a beauty. I know why she don’t have any young ones. she is too old. Oh dear! I don’t know what more to write. I wish I could see you. I hope you have got well before now. This ink plagues me to death. Write soon and remember that “Mamie” thinks of her Darling Court every minute, and loves him above all others. Don’t forget your own

                                                            Mary