| | 161 | Author: | Case, Adelaide E. | Add | | | Title: | Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, May 26th 1862  | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters | | | | Description: | My school room is unoccupied with the exception of one lonely being and how
thankful she is to obtain that solitude for which she has all day wished, But is it right
for her to be alone? Alone to those torturing thoughts which cling to her sleeping or
waking. and which nothing but a letter from that idolized being can drive away? Oh
Charlie! My own loved one. if it is in your power. why do you not break the silence
between us Three long lingering weeks have passed since
last I heard from you and God only know how much longer time will pass before I shall. Are
you ill darling and not able to write. If so why
not let me know. I could bear that Or - Oh. no
I will never write that thought, If I did I should feel every letter sinking into my
heart. as if written with a pen of fire, Ah! those tears thank heaven for them,, But
they are but few to what I have shed over my dreams. The thoughts while waking are
not enough to torture my poor heart but dreams. frightful dreams! Oh I can not think of
them, If the cruel monster Death - My God must I write it - has done his work. why do I not know it for then yes then. I
might die. Die! Ah. what is death to this fearful suspense. It is nought. And then I
might meet my idol, Here again I am thinking that it must be so.
just as my dreams picture to me. and not only thinking but writing it, Is this madness? or is it caused by short And
yet at times sharp pain around my heart | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 162 | Author: | Case, Adelaide E. | Add | | | Title: | Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, July 2, 1862 | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters | | | | Description: | If I thought there was so much happiness for me as the probability of
soon seeing my loved Charlie I would not write this morning but as
every thing generally goes contrary to our wishes and expectations. I doubt
not but that such will prove to be the case now. I do not know why I
had so anxiously waited and looked for your return, this 4th but as the drowning man catches at a straw. I
clung to the little encouragement. Lieut Brisvine
gave you. and even now I shudder at the thought of abandoning that
hope. There is scarcely a day but that I hear of some soldier coming
home to meet his friends, and when I think of Charlie
so long absent. I find myself
fervently wishing that others were obliged to stay away as long as he.
I know it is a cruel wicked wish. but it is perfectly natural for
human beings to wish for someone to share their trials as well as
their joys or at least to sympathize with them and when I see others
so happy because a dear friend has returned from from the wars, I
wonder why such happiness is given to some and denied to others. You
will call me an "ungrate- ful little minx" as Hallie says. but refer
the case to yourself. Look way down in the naughty corners. (If you
have such) of your heart and if you do not find just such rebellious
thoughts, striving so hard to get the control. then call me a poor
judge. But you will say I am arguing both sides will you not? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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