23 July, 1861
Alexandria
My best-beloved
Margaret-Ellen,
Whatever admonishment you
would have for me for allowing your letter to go so long unanswered, I beg you
do not withhold any of it. You must not
infer that my silence meant you were not in my thoughts, for nothing could
farther from the truth. It must have
been a thousand times that I sat down to write, only to be thwarted by
something requiring my immediate attention – Timothy with a button to be sewn
on, some biscuits needing saving from burning in the bake oven. And so it was these long five months.
You cannot begin to imagine
how overjoyed we all were to receive your letter and the tidings of your
recovery contained therein. My solemn
prayer did not go unheeded by the Almighty – praised be His name! Timothy will be the first to tell you of how
I dashed about the house and read it to anyone in the vicinity. To just see your hand upon the page, to know
that you were well enough to write, was happiness indeed. O but I do mourn for the loss of your dear
Cleo; I know how well your loved her.
It seems that all our joy now
shall be tempered with sorrow.
Margaret-Ellen, we are at war, with our own countrymen! You know that I did not harbor any strong
feelings on secession before, but O! Mr. Lincoln has done away with any
impartiality I may have felt. How can a
man order his people to kill their brothers?
How can he dare to call up first 75,000, then 500,000 men against their
own country? And to further rub salt into
the wound by proclaiming a blockade of our ports? If this is how he wishes to deal with the
South’s secession, then perhaps it is indeed a far better thing for us to be
our own country, to guard and secure our rights when she who claimed to be our
mother country will not.
Margaret-Ellen, I pray you do
not think my sentiments too harsh, but it is what I believe. It is never a subject which I speak of in
public, especially as I do not wish to embarrass my father, We do still frequently
dine with members of the congregation, and would not wish to arouse any
unfriendliness in anyone. I have taken
to keeping a diary into which I may pour all my thoughts and feelings upon these
events. Perhaps someday I will show it
to you, but for now I keep it well guarded, especially from Timothy.
I am afraid that dinner
preparations call me away, my dear friend.
Nellie and I are trying a new receipt from Mrs. Buton’s. Pray that it turns out well!
I hope soon that I shall have
some good news of my own to share with you.
But as I do not wish to speak too soon, that is all I shall say for now!
God bless you and keep you,
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