New Haven Nov 13th 1861—
Dear Mother:
My long list of unanswered letters from home begins to frighten me, and I propose to cancel the one which heads the list by writing you a line at the suggestion of Sallie, concerning the general state of my health. When Lucy & Co. went through the city, the other day, I had just begun to mend a little from quite a serious illness which had troubled me for four or five days. I stayed in my room & kept warm & comfortable, and finally recovered sufficiently to attend to my College duties, and now consider myself pretty nearly well. I have not felt quite so well as usual / to-day, but I expect to shake off all remains of the horrid headache & internal disarrangement which has troubled me, in a few days. I have not been dangerously sick, though if Thanksgiving had been a little nearer, I think I should have come home & been nursed in the bosom of my own family. I am sorry if Lucy sounded any false alarms to you.
By the way, unless there is something special to call me home, I guess I'd better stay here through Thanksgiving Holidays—don't you?
Mrs. Oaks is getting better, though she doesn't sit up yet. There is quite a nice young lady visiting there, by name Miss Ray—
Geo Abernathy is studying medicine at Yale. I went to see him the other day, but he wasn't in. I shall call again for I want to see / how he looks after so long separation. It must be six or seven years since I saw him. I saw the following record on the book of the New Haven House two weeks ago—"Stone & Wife—Mass"—I suppose that is the same man that called on you.
It seems the Great Expedition has done its work splendidly—As the boys say—Bully for it—I should like to have been there Do you hear anything from Lieut. Col. Geo. N. Arms & Co? I hope our little difficulty will be settled before he is called into active service. I see Mrs. Sheffield on the street frequently, but have not called. I've been very negligent, haven't I. I believe Geo. is doing better. Am going to write Father, Sallie & Frank soon—Love to all from your Charlie—
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Chas
Nov 13/61.