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James B. Weaver letters, 1860-1864
1861-09-09 Page 02
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Tuesday Morning Sept 10: All right this morning the enemy did not attack us last night. They crossed the river with a large force, at Norfolk Six miles below here. The large reinforcement received here last night may deter them from making an attack upon us but we will be very apt to call upon them if they do not. Well, I slept soundly all night. Just after dark I took some castile soap and a pail of water, and got Paddy to wash me all clean and rub me with a towel and I tell you I fell nice enough to have got in bed with my dear wife. Never mind, the time will come after a while when we can enjoy that pleasure again. Darling hug me up close to you and kiss me this morning. O how I do love you this morning and how much would I give for one sweet kiss. Well I suppose Capt B. has got home by this time. I hope he will have a good time for that will satisfy him I suppose. He thought that no body but himself had any rights to visit their families. I know that he would have gone home if his family had been placed under the same circumstances that you were placed but thank God I have a wife with too much nobility of mind and character to find fault with me when I am in the line of duty. And I further thank Him that I love my family as well as any man living on this green earth and yet can do my whole duty. How it is that men having families at home, can plod along weeks and months without ever writing to their wives one word of love to cheer them I cannot understand. They allow the Pomp a pagentry of an army to dry up the very fountain of their affection (if indeed they ever had any) and to lose sight of the tender heart that clings to them as it has a right to [cling?] for love and tender regard. O darling, how tenderly I do love you this morning. Let me kiss you just once. [Upside down at top of page:] Kiss my little ones for me, and love me good, write often, though I know you do. Our boys got letters last night dated as late as Sept 4th I presume yours miscarried for some reason. Your true & faithful husband J.B. Weaver
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Tuesday Morning Sept 10: All right this morning the enemy did not attack us last night. They crossed the river with a large force, at Norfolk Six miles below here. The large reinforcement received here last night may deter them from making an attack upon us but we will be very apt to call upon them if they do not. Well, I slept soundly all night. Just after dark I took some castile soap and a pail of water, and got Paddy to wash me all clean and rub me with a towel and I tell you I fell nice enough to have got in bed with my dear wife. Never mind, the time will come after a while when we can enjoy that pleasure again. Darling hug me up close to you and kiss me this morning. O how I do love you this morning and how much would I give for one sweet kiss. Well I suppose Capt B. has got home by this time. I hope he will have a good time for that will satisfy him I suppose. He thought that no body but himself had any rights to visit their families. I know that he would have gone home if his family had been placed under the same circumstances that you were placed but thank God I have a wife with too much nobility of mind and character to find fault with me when I am in the line of duty. And I further thank Him that I love my family as well as any man living on this green earth and yet can do my whole duty. How it is that men having families at home, can plod along weeks and months without ever writing to their wives one word of love to cheer them I cannot understand. They allow the Pomp a pagentry of an army to dry up the very fountain of their affection (if indeed they ever had any) and to lose sight of the tender heart that clings to them as it has a right to [cling?] for love and tender regard. O darling, how tenderly I do love you this morning. Let me kiss you just once. [Upside down at top of page:] Kiss my little ones for me, and love me good, write often, though I know you do. Our boys got letters last night dated as late as Sept 4th I presume yours miscarried for some reason. Your true & faithful husband J.B. Weaver
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