| | 1 | Author: | Spillman, Robert B. | Add | | | Title: | Robert B. Spillman to Amanda C. Armentrout, December 28, 1864  | | | | Published: | 2002 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar | | | | Description: | The ever dear white winged messenger from your hand of the 23d just came duly to hand yesterday which found me comparitively well & truly glad to hear
from you. Tis useless for me to undertake to give you an idea of the pleasure it
affords me to receive a letter from you or to discribe the feeling & interest with which each & every
line is carefully read. Would that I could be the recipient of such dear letters
every day but truly it is a pleasure that such a character as I do not deserve.
Well Christmas is over, it past very quietly with me I met with no gay crowds or
rather visited no place where there was merry making. Christmas day I went to
Church & heard a very good & appropriate Surmon delivered by Doctor Duncan of this City in the after noone I called on a friend for a Short time
& at night went to Church again. Thus past the day making the fourth
Christmas Since the war all of which I have spent away from home. The only treat
I had during this Christmas week was the receipt of you Ever welcome letter
which was handed me yesterday about noone. I am just
learning how to appreciate such
pleasures. it was always very agreeable to me to
correspond with my friend, but situated as I am now makes it doubly so. a way from my home & among Entire strangers leaves
me quite a lonely life, it is truly more monotonous here than it was in all my
Experiences in camp. tis true, I believe that I have made many freinds while here but I am deprived of the social
comforts that I enjoyed with my company for there, I have a fond brother whose
society has been the greatest source of my pleasure ever since I have been old
enough to duly appreciate a brothers love and were I deprived of a correspondance with you dear Kate - dreary, & all most
comfortless, would be Every hour of my life. Just think what a pleasure to have
some dear loved one who, though separated from me by many miles, still I have
the pleasure of speaking with though it be through the silent medium of the pen,
tis truly gratifying believing as I do that I am honored to night with this
pleasure of writing to one who loves me with a pure
sisterly unselfish love on whose word I may, with impunity confide,
believing that her pure heart knows no treachery, one whom I love above all
others of her sex, save her to whom I have given my heart & hand, with
the promise that the arm & hand
which wields this pen shall shield her fragile form, through a life time that I
hope may be as pleasantly ahead as the few short hours are now in writing to my
dear Sister Kate. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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