Write me on
reception Lewisville April 21st/63
of this W.W. My dear friend,
Yours of the 8th inst. is at hand. I hasten to reply—I recd your lengthy and amusing epistle in answer to my first, after my arrival home my reply appears not to have reached you—
Say to your most excellent Lady that I took her advice (I made a declaration of independence and have seceded from the confederate Army—) and have no reason to regret it. My health is much improved. I am only twenty three years of age just now. dont you think I have got old Time by the hindlegs?—
I have been verry busy practicing / since I came home. I have twice as much as I possibly can do. What do you think of “peasible secession” now? I am “of the same opinion still”. I do most sincerely hope that there be a Halt, that the rotten hearted scoundrels who first gave cause for it this war get their just due—It is no use to lament the past, all that is left for us to do, is to fight! fight!! and die then probably be damned—I can see no prospect of peace. Mutual exhaustion is all that can bring about the universally prayed for blessing. I might except the Hell deserving Abolitionists and fire-eating Secessionists.
Our country is striped of almost every one who is able to bear arms— /
Give your good Lady my respects, regards, no! that is too cold an expression My Love would come nigher what I feel. say to her I have not forgotten her promice—the visit—N- and a Home in Arkansas. tell her to renew my claim regularly, or there might be a protest—
My opinion is all that is nescessary for you to do with your accts is to make them out in regular form itemized and make affadavit that your charges are just & customary in your town. probably it would be well to get the clerk of court in your county to certify that your charges are customary and affix his name & seal of office— / your accounts must be made out in duplicate form. the foregoing was all that was required at one time but laws are made every few days—your last letter to me was forwarded from Wilmington by Dr Lyle—my regards to Dr Miller & lady across the street—
Excuse my poor letter. I am very much fatigued tonight. my brain has been churned into mean buttermilk, so it wont do to make sillibub
Oh! I had almost forgot, what about my Over Coat? has it not run the blockade yet?
Good night, God bless you & your dear Lady is the humble pray of your greatful friend—
Wm Wylie