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My passion is studying American history leading up to & including the Civil War. I particularly enjoy reading, transcribing & researching primary sources such as letters and diaries.

1850: Daniel C. Nicholes to John Hastings

The following letter was written from Chicago in November 1850 by Daniel C. Nicholes (1817-1889), the orphaned son of Daniel Nicholes (1773-1847) and Diantha Holly (1785-1845). We learn from the letter that Daniel and his brother Ira James Nicholes (1819-1881) had a law practice in Chicago at the corner of Randolph and Clarke Streets, conveniently located opposite the Court House.

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Chicago [Illinois]
November 10, 1850

Dear Sister,

We received a letter last week from Phebe containing a general history of the times and of all matters which she thought would interest us. I was also very happy to learn your whereabouts. It has been a long time since you have written to me or since I have heard from you. I wrote a letter to John some time since and directed it to Shuylerville, not knowing where his post office address was. I have received no answer and presume he did not receive it. I was very glad to hear that you were all enjoying good health and prospering in business. I have been in hopes that John would find it for his interest to visit the West and perhaps settle somewhere in this vicinity. Whether he could do better here than where he is, I am unable to say. The people here complain of hard times and I presume they do in most other places. We would be very glad to have you make us a long visit and if it would be for your interest to do so, to live near us. We have a home of our own such a one as it is and we think it is tolerably comfortable.

Out lot cost us about two hundred and fifty dollars. We have got a fine fence around it which cost us about thirty-five or forty dollars. I will give you a short description of our house. It consists of a dining room, kitchen, bedroom and vestry below, and two rooms and two closets above. The rooms are all small as our house is small. We have got it carpeted and papered below. We are getting fixed so we can begin to live comfortably. Our law business has increased so that if it continues as good as it is at present, we shall keep our heads above water we think.

Out house is on Edina Place Street and our office is at the corner of Randolph and Clark Streets opposite to the Court House. Chicago is improving rapidly and we think is destined to be one of the largest cities in the West. It contains a population now of about thirty thousand. The city is connected with the Mississippi river by the Michigan and Illinois Canal & will be connected probably within a year with the same river by railroad. We have railroads now commenced connecting Chicago with the Mississippi river at Galena, also with the Ohio river at Cairo, and with the Gulf of Mexico at Mobile and with the Atlantic at New York City, and with the Pacific at Sacramento. The Pacific Railroad we think will commence at Chicago and will be continued from Chicago to Galena, from Galena to Council Bluffs, to the South Pass, and from thence to the Pacific. 

During the past season, gas works have been erected here and the city is lighted with gas. We have had a Marine Hospital erected here this summer by the United States Government. The Tremont House which is six stories high and a hundred and eight feet one way and a hundred and sixty the other, has been finished this summer. It is furnished in the most splendid style. Mr. [Ira] Couch, the proprietor, purchased fourteen thousand dollars worth of furniture at one house in Boston. The furniture in the Bride’s Room at the Tremont cost three thousand dollars. It is one of the finest hotels in the Union. 1

We have also a new theatre [Rice’s Theatre], 80 by 100 feet, erected this summer and a great many other fine and large buildings. But perhaps you have heard enough about the city.

Ira and I are in company in the practice of Law. We have a great many cases but rather a small income compared with the amount of business we do. If we received as large fees as we get in New York State, we should make money fast, We have had about four hundred cases in Justice Court within the last year and a half and upwards of sixty cases in Courts of Record in this county. The highest fees we have ever received is thirty-five dollars and in Courts of Record from ten to twenty-five though some receive as high as from fifty to sixty for a suit. The business here is of a far more trifling character than it generally is in the State of New York.

Amanda and I shall probably visit New York State another summer and if you remain where you are now, we shall make you a visit. I and my wife made Hawley a visit a few days ago. We found him well. He had sold his house and lot and had bought two quite large lots and was building him a new house. Tell Calista that I would be very glad to see her and would like to have her come to Chicago and spend the winter with us and go to school. We live close by a large three-story brick school house. The public schools in this city are all free. There was given to the city a square mile of land situated in the city for the use of schools, the proceeds of which build all the school houses and pay all the expenses of the schools. My wife sends her best respects to you all and we expect you will write to us soon after the receipt of this. Very truly your brother, &c., — Daniel C. Nichols


1 The Tremont House…is one of the chief ornaments of the City, and reflects great credit upon its proprietor, Mr. Ira Couch. The Tremont fronts 120 feet on Lake and 180 feet on Dearborn street. It is five and a half stories high. Its internal arrangements, finish, furniture and decorations are in the highest style of art, and of the class denominated princely…The cost of the building was about $75,000.

1865: David Dixon Porter to Thomas Francis Meagher

The following letter appears to have been dictated by, and signed by, Rear Admiral David Dixon Porter in answer to a letter received from Brig. Gen. Thomas Francis Meagher (1823-1867)—the famed former commander of the Irish Brigade. By this time of the war, Meagher was in command of the Provisional Division of the Army of the Tennessee and had recently joined forces with Sherman’s army in North Carolina.

The letter was datelined from the US Flagship Malvern anchored in the Cape Fear River following the Battle of Wilmington (Feb. 11-22, 1865) in which Rear Admiral Porter and Maj. Gen. Alfred Terry coordinated their naval and land forces to capture Fort Fisher.

Though I am not a handwriting expert, it is my impression that Porter’s signature appears genuine though the remainder of the letter seems to have been written with different ink and in a different hand.

The USS Malvern was an iron side-wheel gunboat and saw service as the flagship of the North Atlantic Blockading Squadron. She was present at the capture of Fort Fisher in 1865. Following the fall of Richmond in early April 1865, she transported Pres. Lincoln up the James river to visit the city.

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Map on the opposite side of the letter.

North Atlantic Squadron
U.S. Flagship “Malvern
Cape Fear River
February 22nd 1865

Thomas Francis Meagher
Brig. Gen. USA
Commanding Prov. Div. Army of the Tenn.

General, your note of the 9th inst. has just been received. It would have given me great pleasure to have obliged you but the “Britannia” in which your young friend is serving is no longer under my command. I have ever made it a rule to examine officers when recommended and I should have taken great pleasure in doing this for the young man at any time should his commanding officer have desired it.

Most respectfully yours,
— David D. Porter, Rear Admiral, Commanding North Atlantic Squadron

1863: Levi Lewis Jaquith Field Notes

The following handwritten notes were found in an 1862 New Testament that was carried by Levi Lewis Jaquith (1829-1913) while serving as a sergeant in Co. B, 53rd Massachusetts Infantry.

Levi was the son of Seth Jaquith (1804-1866) and Ann Robbins (1805-1878) of Cheshire county, New Hampshire. Levi was first married in 1850 to Sarah Louisa Kingsbury (1833-1892) and later, in 1894 to Orvilla Wilson (1842-1918). At the time of the Civil War, Levi was living in Fitchburg, Worcester county, Massachusetts. Levi was 33 years old when he enlisted on 25 August 1862, giving his occupation as a “chair maker.”

After it was organized in the fall of 1862, the regiment was assigned to the expedition to go to Louisiana and once there, in January 1863, it was assigned to Gooding’s 3rd Brigade, Paine’s 3rd Division, 19th Army Corps. After participating on some expeditions into Louisiana, the 53rd found itself in May 1863 at Bayou Sara, bearing down on Port Hudson from the north. It was here that Levi began taking notes on the flyleaf of the New Testament, distributed by the American Bible Society.

In addition to preserving the New Testament that he carried with him in the service, Levi collected and kept a rather unusual relic of his sojourn into Dixie—a lash that he picked up from a Louisiana plantation. The braided leather lash measures approximately 21 inches in length and bears a contemporary tag, barely discernible, but appears to read, “Lyman Plantation, Laurel Hill, Lash,” and includes Levi’s signature. There was a village named Laurel Hill in West Feliciana Parish through which the troops passed, though I cannot find any mention of a plantation owned by the Lyman family.

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Arrived at St. Francisville

Handheld New Testament distributed by the American Bible Society

Saturday morn 23rd [May]. Midnight on Mississippi river. Moved from Alexandria to Simsport. Start May 22nd. March 75 miles. 3 days. Morning of 26th, go into city from river. Camp near Lyman Plantation in magnolia grove and cape jasmine. Cross in Laurel Hill [packet sidewheeler]. Change camp. Nearly all the troops gone up river towards Port Hudson. Embark on Laurel Hill. Don’t start up river.

Store houses on the river burned by Butler. Ammunition train. Stop at St. Francisville. No flour, cloth, meal, servants nearly starved. Fine court house and church (new). Most luxuriant country…

March three miles to enemy’s works through woods. In ravine, see the [ ] skirmishing. Heavy artillery open. Pioneers clear away—make road for artillery. 1 o’clock, abandon this road because of deep ravine. Change position to another a half mile away near forward. Corps of Pioneers build new road. Cross ravine 30 to 50 feet deep, cut trees &c. Camp down at dark. I work forming picket lines until 11 o’clock. Sleep with adjutant. Distant sound of horses in night. Rebels make a feint to retreat twice. Fearful volley in front and rear. A few fall back. They volley, take old position. Three or four wounded. One finger shot off (self shot) Capt. [George H.] Bailey. 1

Work until 11 deploying skirmishers. Return to headquarters with reserve. Co. I and F did from 12 to 3. Major waked me and we count on the whole line, examining the position. Adjutant struck with spent ball. One volley at daylight. Rebs retire. Two persons come in Tuesday noon. I retire to rear. [Gen.] Paine with them. Order of Col.—remain all quiet. Returned at 9 o’clock. Retire half a mile to cook and sleep. Remain all day resting. Negro regiments. 22 guns. Bouquet of magnolias.

No firing. A strange calm before the storm. Quiet walk in the evening alone. Sat down but no sleep. Restless, nervous, weary and sleepy. But no sleep. I feel the weight of our position. The awful solemnity. Col. came in at 11. I notify all commander that the grand attack will commence in the morning by the central force. Order that men have two day’s rations, breakfast eaten, blankets rolled, and left under guard, and start at 4:20.

Brig. General William Dwight

Move at 4:30 through the woods. Gen. [William] Dwight leads, having command of us infantry. In one to two hours the rebs are all driven through the woods to a clearing and the artillery comes up. Open a terrible fire. Rebs respond. An awful artilllery duel. 30 lb. fused shells strikes within 2 feet of our line [but] did not explode. Men did not move. The 30 lb. shells strike all about us. Several battery trains cut down. Tree cut entirely in two, falls upon a caisson and 6 horses, crushing them all. Men go by in crowds wounded—officers also. Lots of skedaddlers. “All cut up.”

Gen. Paine comes up and says our forces have taken two rifle pits but are badly cut to pieces. Needs us there. Had regiment [start] for the place he wants but we must support the battery and hold the hill. [ ] the 91st New York and 2nd Louisiana &c. welcomed with “bully for you” over and over. The men have driven the rebs out of a ravine for three-quarter mile. Our regiment sprang to the edge of a cliff and opened fire. The enemy are behind rifle pits 150 yards in front. From 10 till dark our men fire continuously. Reb’s big Columbiad……4 men wounded on our side.

On Thursday, 28th, firing with rifles stopped. We lay all day resting with a watch, ordered to cease firing. After noon the artillery opened and in a few moments dismounted the enemy guns. Flag of truce to bury dead till 7 evening.


1 Capt. Bailey was mortally wounded on May 25th and died on the 27th.

1863: Addison Gardner Bonney to Lovina Covey (Bonney) Powers

The standard uniform of the Oneida Independent Cavalry Company (Military Images, March 2017)

The following letter was written by Addison Gardner Bonney (1841-Aft1880), the orphaned son of Perez Harwood Bonney (1793-1851) and Sybil Covey (1807-1854) of Hamilton, Madison county, New York.

Addison wrote this letter while serving as a corporal in the Oneida Independent Cavalry Company. He mustered into the company on 4 September 1861 and mustered out as a sergeant in September 1864. This company was recruited mainly at Oneida, Salisbury, Stockbridge, Hamilton, Otisco, Eaton, Nelson Flatts, Vienna and Chittenango. It left the State in September, 1861, and served at the headquarters of the Army of the Potomac, performing escort and guard duty, and furnishing couriers, etc. 

Addison wrote his letter from the Headquarters of the Army of the Potomac (AOP) at Frederick, Maryland, just days before the Battle of Gettysburg, and on the very day that Gen. Meade replaced Gen. Hooker as the commander of the AOP—though that information was not yet known to him. “Gen. Hooker is a good division general but is not fit to command the Army of the Potomac, and he is no favorite of the army,” confided Addison to his sister.

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Addressed to Miss Byron Powers, Knox Corners, Oneida county, New York

Headquarters Army of the Potomac
Frederick, Maryland

June 28, 1863

Dear Sister,

We have traveled sixty miles in the last two days from Fairfax Court House to this place. We will probably remain here for two or three days.

I never knew less of what was going on in the army than at this time. Gen. Hooker is noted for still movements and quiet planning, but we will of course attack the enemy in Pennsylvania in the rear if a battle is fought then.

I have written before of the fine country about here, whereas harvest has commenced. I never saw such splendid fields of wheat before. I think they will yield forty bushels to the acre (without exaggeration). 

Our entrance into Frederick yesterday was far from being what it was last year. No cheering ever meets the ear of our General. No handkerchiefs ever wave to welcome the approach of our General. No young ladies of surpassing beauty wait impatiently to salute him with a kiss. Gen. Hooker is a good division general but is not fit to command the Army of the Potomac, and he is no favorite of the army.

I become every day more and more convinced that this is a political war and is carried on by a set of politicians and speculators. And these are hardened and selfish and are totally blinded to the country’s interests and to everything but their own personal benefit.

I am well but am pretty tired from hard riding and little sleep.

Your affectionate brother, — A

Addison G. Bonney

1865: James Alexander Seddon to Pierre G. T. Beauregard

The following short letter was written by James Alexander Seddon (1815-1880), an 1835 law school graduate of the University of Virginia who set up his practice in Richmond and then served in the 29th and 31st US Congresses. During the Civil War, he was selected as Secretary of War by Jefferson Davis on 20 November 1862 and served until his resignation in January 1865 but not before penning the following letter to Gen. Pierre Gustave Toutant-Beauregard. Beauregard was then in command of the Department of the West—a prestigious title in name only as it was really only an advisory role.

Seddon’s response to Beauregard was prompted by Gen. John B. Hood’s request on 3 January 1865 to Beauregard for a furlough of 100 days for the Trans-Mississippi troops to allow them time to rest and resupply. Beauregard thought the request unthinkable given the present state of affairs following Hood’s defeats at Franklin and Nashville, and he was no doubt pleased to hear that Seddon shared his opinion.

I am not an expert in signatures but I can find no signature by Secy. Seddon from the 1860s that appears as it was hand-written on this document leading me to believe it is likely a period copy of the Secretary’s correspondence written by a clerk.

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C. S. A. War Department
Richmond, Va.
January 8th 1865

To General Beauregard
Selma,

Repress by all means the proposition to furlough the Trans-Mississippi troops. The suggestion merely is dangerous. Compliance would probably be fatal. Extinguish if possible the idea.

— J. A. Sedden, Secy. of War

A War Recollection by Rufus Merriam, 4th Iowa Infantry

The following war recollection was found in the Iowa Digital Library at the University of Iowa. It does not appear to have ever been transcribed. It was attributed to Rufus Nathan Merriam (1837-1905) of Co. B, 4th Iowa Infantry.

In this six-page, handwritten document, Rufus recalls the movements of his company from late January until mid-February, 1862. The regimental history records that during this time, their service included: March from Rolla to Lebanon January 22-31, 1862. Advance on Springfield, Mo., February 10-13. Near Springfield February 12. Pursuit of Price to Cassville February 13-17. 

I could not find an image of Rufus but here are seven members of Co. F, 4th Iowa Infantry
(Roger Davis Collection)

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I was a private in Co. B, 4th Iowa Infantry. In January 1862 we were in camp at Rolla, Missouri. Having been there nearly five months, orders came to march on Springfield, Mo., as Gen. Price, Van Dorn, and McCulloch were reported there with 40,000 confederate soldiers. About the 25th of January, we broke camp and started on the march but as most of us were convalescent at this time, we only went 5 to 8 miles a day. We came to Lebanon which I think is within about 40 miles of Springfield. Here we camped ten days and by that time the boys health had improved so fast that we were now alright except I know that a good many of the boys like myself had bought a pair of boots at Rolla thinking thy would be just what we would need to march in, but they were the first pair and the last pair I bought in the army.

We left Lebanon about February 10th and on the 12th the Johnnies had come out to meet us from Springfield. The cavalry had a skirmish with them for a few minutes being a few killed and wounded. It now being dark and in timber, we were deployed as skirmishers on each side of the road for some distance back but as we did not find any of the Johnnies and being within three miles of Springfield, we spent the night on picket duty, all expecting a big battle on the morrow.

The morrow came but the Johnnies had skipped out. We now found out that it was the rear guard of the whole army that came out to meet us the evening before. We were now in Springfield and much elated to think with about 10 or 12 thousand of Yanks, Gen. Price was on the run with his army. It looked like he did not intend to fight if he could help it. We camped here till the next morning which was February 14th (Valentine Day) as I well recollect, and a bitter cold morning it was too. My boots I had taken off the night before and they were frozen still and I had to throw them out by the fire for an half hour to get them on.

The sun came up very bright that morning and the weather moderated very fast. The advance moved out about sunrise and soon we were on the same road that Gen. Price had left on two days before. We were now in good spirits and could march to the quick step. We passed over the battlefield of Wilson Creek that was fought on 10 August 1861 where Gen. Lyon, the Union general in command, was killed. We had been marching all day and were getting tired and asking every cavalryman we saw how far it was to camp Just before sunset we heard those mounted howitzers booming about two miles ahead of us. This put new life into the boys so we made camp about dark. We could now see the camp fires of the Johnnies ahead of us. We made fires and cooked mush for supper as cornmeal was the main thing that was issued from the Quartermaster Commissary.

That night, after supper we laid down on the ground to sleep and got rested as we were told by the officers that we were to be ready to march at sunrise in the morning. We were up early and got breakfast and were in good spirits for the days march as the train had arrived during the night with hardtack and now we were alright. We had stacked our guns the night before in front of where we slept as that was orders, except when we were ordered to lay on our arms, then each man slept with his gun beside him. Just before the company was ordered to fall in, John Reed, a comrade of our company, went to take his gun out of the stack and in doing so, one gun was discharged and shot him through the hand. He was sent back to Springfield and report came back afterwards that he died from the wound.

We got started on the march soon after sunup and the boys struck up to singing the familiar songs of those times. We were a jolly set and by the time we had gone five or six miles, we passed several wagons on the side of the road that the Johnnies had abandoned so it looked like they were doing their best to get out of our way. The advance came up to them just before sunset and we heard those Howitzers booming (we called them bulldogs). We had now marched nearly all day and still the Johnnies were ahead of us so we went into camp for the night. We found a good supply of rails at this place to build our fires. As I had been cook for the mess that I was in which consisted of about twenty of us, it devolved upon me to make the bread for our rations the next day. So I took a rubber blanket, put the flour in it, and poured water on and soon had mixed up to a good stiff dough. The next thing was how to bake it. I concluded there was a poor show in the ashes so I laid fence rails around the big fire and put the dough on them to bake. I got it baked but it was after midnight before I went to bed. But I don’t recollect losing any sleep after that until called up in the morning as we had to be ready to march at sunrise.

The bread was divided among the mess, each one getting his share, as I now recollect that bread was about all the rations we had to depend on for that day’s march, and as I had nothing to put in it to make it rise, you can imagine it made good solid food, as we were able to overtake the Johnnies at an earlier hour in the day than we had done before.

This day we had passed two small towns—Cassville and Keithsville in the southwest corner of Missouri. It was now about 4 o’clock in the afternoon when we crossed the line into Arkansas. The booming of cannon ahead made us think there was a chance to double quick and the road being on the downgrade, we went for about [line cut off]…in line of battle on the ridge beyond Sugar Creek, and as we came up the order was given by companies into line. And by the time the regiment was in line of battle, the Johnnies had lit out so we were disappointed again in having a fight. Then we came back to Sugar Creek and camped for the night. Some of the boys about this time had found a smoke house filled with hams a short distance away. Our mess was well supplied before the guards arrived at the smokehouse which was done as soon as they could be detailed. The hams were salted just right and not smoked but very little and I thought that they were the finest I had ever eaten. I know they tasted the best and better than anything that I have eaten since.

Gen. Curtis in command of the Union forces decided to give up the chase and give the troops a short rest, so the next day we marched only ten miles to Cross Hollow where we went into camp and foraged off of the country and done some target shooting and trying to make ourselves as comfortable as possible under the circumstances as the weather was cold and blustering for we had no tents as they had been left at Rolla or Springfield.

A sample of Merriam’s handwriting

I was detailed to go on a foraging expedition while we were here. We went about four miles mostly through the timber and forded a small creek. The water just come up to the wagon bed so we did [line cut off]…a water mill on the creek for grinding corn. We found no one at home so we took possession and helped ourselves. We found a nice lot of apple butter which was appropriated to our use. and then camped for the night. I picket guard was detailed and I was one of that number. We took shelter in the mill except one that was to stand out two hours at a time about 40 rods from the mill to give the alarm in case of danger. I was out on that picket post twice that night, 2 hours each time, which I shall never forget as I stood there alone facing a blinding snowstorm which continued all night—four inches of snow on the ground in the morning. The weather now cleared up, teams were loaded up, and we got back before night all safe to camp.

1863: Henry Bartlett to Emma (Stowell) Bartlett

The following letter was written by Henry Bartlett (1829-1896), the son of Seth and Nancy (Bradford) Bartlett of Duxbury, Plymouth county, Massachusetts. Henry wrote the letter to his wife, Emma Jones Stowell (1841-1935) whom he married in July 1859 in Boston where he was working before enlisting in August 1862 in Co. F, 47th Massachusetts Infantry—a nine month’s regiment.

The 47th Massachusetts was sent to New Orleans in late December 1862 and were stationed at the United States Barracks, the former headquarters of the Louisiana State Guard. Sometime after his arrival in New Orleans, Henry appears to have been transferred to Co. C, 2nd Louisiana (Union) Infantry where he was detailed to the Chief Quartermaster Department of the Gulf.

Letter 1

[This letter was transcribed and posted by “The Excelsior Brigade” and I cannot confirm the accuracy of the transcription against the original.]

United States Barracks
New Orleans, January 15, 1863

My own darling Wife and little Etta girl,

I wrote you yesterday and as I had an opportunity to send you some money per Adams & Company Express, I enclosed the letter I had written, so this short letter is merely to inform you that I sent the $30, and have taken the receipt for it. It is also insured, which you will be obliged to pay at that end. We received 39 dollars & 85 cents. I sent you $30, and owed here 11dollars, which leaves me still in dept over one dollar. I have done the best I could possibly do darling under circumstances, and shall always as long as I am in the service. I know it is small, but I have got into the damn harness and have got to stay in I suppose. God knowns I wish my time was up. I had rather be sawing wood than be in such a cursed mixed up mess.

We came back to these barracks yesterday, and have taken quarters formerly occupied by the 30th Regiment, they having gone up the river to Baton Rouge. Ours is the only regiment here except a few companies of Texan Rangers who are recruiting a regiment. I don’t know where we will go next, but guess we have got about to the end of our journey. I don’t believe we shall ever go into a fight if Colonel Marsh can prevent it. He heard a gun yesterday and came very near peeing his trousers.  

O what a celebrated Massachusetts regiment I am engaged with. We are by new orders yesterday to appear in future on dress parade in white gloves and highly polished boots. One thing damn certain, they will have to find me in blacking if my boots are polished. This comes the nearest to damn nonsense that I have seen yet. You would think we were in Boston Common if you should see us. However, I won’t talk too much, as we may see some rough times to make up for it and to punish me for talking. I notice I do generally get my pay for anything I do wrong and take it for granted that it is all right. I thought yesterday when that curse was paying us off, that I would like to be alone with the pile of money he had s short time.

Have you seen Charley Tileston yet since I left? I hope he has seen your father, as he tried to in New York. I believe he knew him in San Francisco. If you know anybody coming out here, send them to see me. Most anybody will find out bye and bye where the gallant and brave Massachusetts 47th are quartered for the campaign, unless sooner discharged. What the devil we ever came out here for is more than I have ever been able to find out, unless it is to eat up the victuals cooked for us. We are all growing fat and saucy as you can imagine.

The steamer was due here on Tuesday last and I hope she will be here soon with news from home. I trust you and my own darling little Etta are first rate, and will continue so until I come home; also Father and Mother and all the rest of the folks.

I believe now I will heave around the city and see the fashions. If I see anything pretty I will write you, but I don’t believe I shall, as there does not appear to be much business going on in this vicinity at present. All people do here is to eat and drink. Kiss my little beauty a thousand times, and tell her to take good care of her mother.

From you affectionate husband,
Henry


Letter 2

Addressed to Mrs. Henry Bartlett, South Boston, Massachusetts

Office Chief Quartermaster
Department of the Gulf
New Orleans [Louisiana]
July 20th 1863

My own darling wife and little Etta,

I intended writing you yesterday by the steamer which takes General Sherman home, but could not find a moment to spare that day. I did not receive any letters from you per the last mail and another steamer arrived yesterday. If you do not furnish me with one or more in this, I shall certainly be sadly disappointed. The will will be opened about 12 o’clock today. I don’t see what can be the matter with the mail department. I can’t believe you have neglected writing me.

I hope your visits to Boston were not the means of completely absorbing your time so much that could not find time to write me. However, I will not complain too much. I have had my share of letters heretofore and hope to continue having them. Hulloo darling, here comes the mail. Now let me see, Yes, one letter from you, one from Mother, and one from Judge Clapp’s sister. Now I feel very much better. I am delighted dear to read that you are all well and receive my darling little Etta’s “peck of kisses” with a great deal of pleasure.

I had not before heard that Fannie Cushing was o increase her family. Well, that’s all right. It’s your own fault that yours was not increasing before this. I think Joshua and all the rest have taken a great deal of pains to correspond with me, but tis just as well. I am so busy that perhaps I should not have answered their letters very promptly.

I am sorry to hear of the death of Fannie Emenson’s baby. It will be quite a loss to her, but darling, it don’t see, as though it could be half as hard to them as if our dear little Etta should die. But I can’t write such as this. Take good care of her. You can’t be too careful & I know I need not caution you.

I am glad the Draft is to take effect in Boston. I should like to see some of them out here who have to be driven. I am still no nearer being mustered out of service here than when I last wrote you and don’t yet know how it will come out although hard to think of being away longer. Yet I think it will be for my interest to remain. I am glad to hear of Father’s patriotism still increasing. I expect he will cry for joy to know of Vicksburg, Port Hudson, and the Centre victories. I too begin to be inspired with some little patriotism.

General Banks is in town today and is quite a curiosity here. I should feel ashamed if I were some young men I knew of in Boston, that they have allowed all these proceedings to go on with our country, without participating in it. I am glad I came. I am glad I have seen what I have, and I shall always consider it an honor, even much more to brag of than any others of the 47th [regiment].

Today the Judge Advocate of another court came to me and was bound I should be his clerk. I cannot leave here, but perhaps will try and help him. He knew me & my work when on the other court and wanted me then, but I could not leave Judge Clapp.

Our business here is quite intricate in making up our Quarterly Reports but I have assistance and don’t hurt myself—and don’t mean to.

Ned Wales is in town today and stopping with me—my sleeping room now is an old office where the Judge was. When I read some of mother’s letters to Ned respecting the patriotic [ ], he said tell you mother she is just right. He laughed well at it—it being his opinion. I have not yet answered Miss Needham’s letter. Will try and do so soon. Give my regards to Nettie and to all the rest of friends. I cannot write Mother tonight as I have only time to mail this and I am afraid you cannot make half this out. I will write you a good long letter soon which will make up for my many short ones.

Ned sends love to you all. I hope you will go to see mother soon. Tell her he is fat and hearty. Give my regards to Fan Taylor’s family. Kiss my darling little Etta a thousand times for me, and take good care of yourself & her. With a good deal of love, I remain your own devoted husband until death, — Henry

1864: John Ewing Jenison to Martha (Jenison) Estill

I could not find an image of John but here is one of Jonas Nathan Shuler of Co. E, 10th Illinois Cavalry (Ancestry)

The following letter was written by John Ewing Jenson (1839-1927), the orphaned son of John Singletary Jenison (1793-1853) and Martha McNabb (1804-1858) of Menard county, Illinois. He wrote the letter to his older sister, Martha (Jenison) Estill (1837-1866), the wife of Samuel Estill (1824-1900). After his parents died, John went to live with his older brother William “Luther” Jenison (1832-1905) of Greenview, Menard county.

John was 20 years old when he enlisted as a private on 21 September 1861 to serve in Co. A, 10th Illinois Cavalry. At the time of enlistment, he was described as standing 5 feet 8 inches tall with hazel eyes and dark hair. He remained in the service until 22 November 1865, mustering out at San Antonia, Texas.

The 10th and the 15th Illinois Cavalry regiments were consolidated late in the war, each regiment having been reduced in number. They were reorganized as the 10th Illinois Cavalry.

In this letter, John gives his sister some details of the Skirmish at Huntersville which took place on 8 July 1864. When rebels guerrillas attempted to disrupt supply lines to the Union-occupied city of Little Rock, Col. James Stuart sent out a party of twenty enlisted men and one lieutenant to scout for guerrillas. In the brief engagement that followed, the Federals captured one enemy soldier and “killed or wounded four more” while not suffering any casualties of their own. The remaining Confederates escaped, and the Union troops did not pursue. John’s letter also speaks of the efforts by Joe Shelby to press into service men between the ages of 15 and 50 to participate on Price’s anticipated raid into Missouri later in 1864.

[Note: This letter is from the personal collection of Richard Weiner and was transcribed and published on Spared & Shared by express consent.]

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Addressed to Martha Estill, Athens, Menard county, Illinois

Huntersville, Arkansas
July 10th 1864

Dear sister Martha,

Your very friendly and pleasing letter of June 24th found me enjoying very good health. The health of our regiment is good and especially our company for the time of year. I hope when this comes to hand it will find you well and enjoying yourself well. Also that you had a good time on the 4th.

I traveled all day on the 4th and guarded prisoners at night. We started out on the second and was gone four days. Was ordered out again on the 8th. A good portion of the regiment went. I fixed to go and did not get my horse shod in time. They started in the morning that evening. I was called for a surprise scout. There was one lieutenant and twenty-two men of us. We started about dusk. We rode the most of the night. About ten the next day we ran afoul of a squad of guerrillas. We captured one and killed one. The one we killed shot ten times at us. We was mounted and he was afoot. We halted him and he would not stop. I and one other fired our carbines at him and he did not stop. We then three of us ran up onto him [and] he got behind a tree. All three of us fired at him and then I rode up [with]in about ten feet of him and demanded his arms. He said nothing but fired at me. He had before that fired some three or four shots at us. He fired one at me and I one at him when we was [with]in ten feet of each other. He shot a hole through my blouse sleeve. It knocked a piece of flesh off of my arm. By this time, I being on a very wild horse, the horse commenced jumping so I could not get a shot any more. The man next to me could not get his arms to go. The caps bursted. When he found out that his arms would not go, he got out as if there was a lot of varmints after him.

The reb started to run ahain. He ran about twenty yards and lay down in some weeds. By this time the lieutenant came up with two or three men. He shot at the lieutenant and shot his horse in the neck. There was two men shot him through just then. He died with one groan and without a word. A braver man I never seen, I don’t think. We shot him four times. He died with his pistol in his hand.

Pure as its white the future see!
Bright as its red is now the sky!
Fixed as its stars the faith shall be,
That nerves our hands to do or die. 1

Now for a change. The weather is very warm here now. It is clouding up for rain now and it makes it very pleasant this evening. I have less to do today than any Sunday for some time. I wish I was sitting in your shanty where I could talk to you in the language of my pen but this is not likely to be the case for some time. I generally make myself contented, let my position in life be as it will.

It would be a easy matter for me to soldier was it not being absent from a set of sisters and brothers for which I feel the most sincere regard. Notwithstanding, I would like to be at home and enjoy the luxuries that I would enjoy was I there. I would not purchase preferment had I it in my power for everyday more ffirmly convinces me that the cause I am in is the cause of justice.

Since Shelby crossed on this side of the river, they have kept us on the move watching his movements. His headquarters is across White River. He sends men on this side to press in every citizen from the age of fifteen to fifty. While they are pressing in the citizens, we are picking up them. That is the way we spend the most of our time. We keep our horses saddled I guess about as much as the farmers keeps horses harnessed in Illinois. Almost all of our men is mounted now and very poorly too. The boys threaten to go out this fall unless they get to furnish their own horses. Col. [James] Stuart has got on his eagles now and he is commanding the post.

We are on the opposite side of the river from town. The Colonel of the Third Regulars has been inspecting here. He is a cavalry Colonel. He inspected quarters and arms and horses. When they went to to look at the quarters, Col. Stuart told him he need not go to Co. A [because] their quarters was always right & he did not inspect our quarters. He inspected our arms and pronounced them in very good fix. It was said that he said the 10th Regiment was the best regiment that he ever seen but they was not mounted.

I will close. I remain most sincerely your affectionate brother and well wisher, — John E. Jenson

The bugle has blown in for church. Direct as before. Since I have been writing, the band has been playing. It plays three tunes three times a day.


1 The last stanza of a poem by G. W. Curtis entitled, “The American Flag.”

1845: Elisha Whittlesey to John William Allen

The following letter was written by Elisha Whittlesey (1783-1863), the son of John and Mary (Beale) Whittlesey of Litchfield county, Connecticut. Elisha studied in Danbury, where his older brother, Matthew, practiced law; moved to Canfield, Ohio; and was soon appointed prosecuting attorney for the WesternN Reserve, serving from 1807-23, except during the War of 1812 when he was private secretary to Gen. Wm. Henry Harrison.

Elisha Whittlesey

As a lawyer, Whittlesey was the senior partner with Eben Newton in the area’s best-known partnership, the proprietor of a 1-room law school, and an early leader of the Ohio bar. He was a circuit lawyer specializing in land cases. As a businessman, Whittlesey earned a small fortune by slow, steady work, basically handling eastern capital invested in Ohio lands and holding stock in Ohio banks. He lost a considerable sum in the Panic of 1837. Whittlesey’s elective career began in 1820 with 2 terms in the Ohio general assembly. He served in Congress, first as a Natl. Republican, then as a Whig, from 1823-38, nicknamed “watchdog of the Treasury,” a recognized example of official integrity in government. As a party leader, Whittlesey was a conciliator in party rivalries. Active in the American Colonization Society, he believed expatriation was the answer to slavery. After 1848, Whittlesey served the Taylor, Fillmore, Pierce, and Lincoln administrations as comptroller of the Treasury.

Elisha wrote the letter to John William Allen (1802-1887), also of Litchfield, Connecticut, who attended preparatory schools and moved to Chenango County, New York in 1818. He received a classical education and studied law. Allen moved to Cleveland, Ohio in 1825, and studied law under judge Samuel Cowles and became a leader of the bar. He was president of the village from 1831 to 1835, a member of the board of directors of the Commercial Bank of Lake Erie in 1832, and one of the incorporators of the Cleveland and Newburgh Railroad Company in 1834. Allen was an organizer of the Ohio Railroad in 1836, and served in the Ohio State Senate 1836–37. He was elected to the 25th and 26th Congresses as a Whig, and served March 4, 1837 – March 3, 1841. He was elected Mayor of Cleveland in 1841.

In 1845, Allen was elected president of the Cleveland, Columbus and Cincinnati Railroad, and was a delegate to the first convention on river and harbor improvement, held in Chicago in 1847. When the Whig party dissolved in the 1850s, he joined with the Republicans. He was appointed postmaster of Cleveland April 4, 1870, by President Grant, and was re-appointed in 1874, serving until he resigned January 11, 1875. He died in Cleveland on October 5, 1887.

In his letter Elisha reveals that the author of the letters appearing in the Cleveland Herald in 1844-45 under the pseudonym “Chenango” were written by his friend and fellow Whig, Congressman John W. Allen of Cleveland. He also takes Allen to task over his broad denunciation of the South as “slave holders” arguing that such “indiscriminate condemnation of the South” will only lead to greater hostile feeling between the geographical sections of the country unnecessarily. The letter was penned at the time of the debate over the annexation of Texas which was opposed by the Whigs as it would result in the addition of another slave state and likely provoke a war with Mexico.

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Canfield [Mahoning county, Ohio]
February 24th 1845

My Dear Sir,

Your esteemed letter of the 6th was duly received. I should have answered it immediately if I had known where to have addressed you. Your arrival was anticipated before I left Columbus but was given up as I understood by those who had communicated with you, verbally or otherwise, Mr. Catlett from Wellsville was to leave the morning I did, and I expected to have found him in the stage. He told me some days before he should not expect you, if you did not arrive at a time he mentioned, which elapsed before the day we agreed to return home.

If I had known certainly that you would have been at Columbus, I should have stayed for I wanted to see you. There are a few only with whom I can talk freely on the subject of politics and I am a stranger among my own countrymen and kindred. Those with whom I formerly counseled, act, or seem to me to act, as if I had committed an unpardonable political sin by staying at Washington and that I am leprous. Well, I cannot pull of my shirt to satisfy them my skin in free from disease. It has been the most extraordinary mystery to me why anyone should have supposed it was the duty of a subordinate officer to cut sticks and run because there was a breach between the President and his cabinet. If I had left at that time, everyone would have laughed at me and have compared me to the fable of the frog and the owl. If my conduct needed justification, it might be found in the request of distinguished Whigs not to leave, but I will not resort to it, under any circumstances. I shall not walk the broad aisle until I am conscious of having done something wrong.

There is a new generation in active life, with whom I have no acquaintances. They treated me very civilly and it would have been agreeable to me to have been on terms of confidential intercourse, but to have sought it might have been considered obtrusive. It seemed to me that some gentlemen supposed I was at Columbus in the character of an office seeker and therefore that it was necessary to use a long pole.

Having been greatly afflicted myself in seeing my old friends when in the decline of life, seeking for employment and office, I long since determined never to distress my junior friends in that way, I will dig for a living rather than get it in that manner. I said I did not want an office, but if it was thought I could be of service to the State, I should feel it to be my duty not to decline.

There is a time when every man having a regard to his reputation should not stand in the way of men younger than himself who are ambitious or preferment, I have with pain seen old people a burden to their friends for office and to their children for a support. It is my desire to avoid both positions.

Now, my dear sir, do not conclude from the freedom of my remarks that my temper is soured or that I feel myself in any way slighted. A querulous or a jealous old man is not an agreeable companion for a gentleman of your good temper, and kind feelings, and I would not on any account forfeit your respect by seeming to be dissatisfied when I am not. I do not complain and that I have said is in justification of my conduct, and it seemed to me to be necessary that I should explain to you fully my own position least you should conclude I was in fault from what what you heard at Columbus. If you had been there before I left, I should have conversed with you fully.

I received two numbers of the [Cleveland] Herald on my return from Warum Saturday evening where I had been to address some Whigs on the 22nd, Washington’s birthday.

I am always instructed by “Chenango,” and thank you for the papers. Permit me to dissent from you in one particular. It is the indiscriminate condemnation of the South under the designation of “slave holders.” If we do not cease our geographical denunciations, we shall be a divided nation, Texas or no Texas. We denounce our friends with our foes, and we sacrifice a great many honorable patriotic men who have as much to content with as they can bear up under without our contumely. I think the South in error in many particulars but they are a part of the confederacy and many of its citizens are our friends in feelings and interests, It is my firm belief if some four or five gentlemen had not been members of Congress, we should never have heard of the annexation of Texas. What disgraceful scenes have lately been played in the Hall! Let us read Washington’s farewell address and practice it. This section of the country is under an influence that will make all of us disunionists unless it shall be checked. You will see the intemperate resolutions at [Warsaw?]. I have no doubt if they do not claim parentage at Washington, they do affinity. If I had not been called on to address the meeting, I would have opposed a part of them. They are not in a good spirit, nor in good union languages. The movement is to out brag the Liberty Party. 1 I go at no such game. My belief is we should expose any party, or men, who are hostile to the Union, or whose measures endanger it. I noticed with regret it was the practice of the speakers last summer & fall to denounce all slaveholders. Mr. Corwin was not exempt from it and at Medina he admitted the correctness of my private suggestion to him. It seemed to me we were fully sustaining in this particular the Liberty Party in this cause they took. I think so now. I am mistaken if we are not required to sustain “a martyr in the cause of human rights” by an indiscriminate attack on the South. The mandate is issued or I am mistaken that we are to volunteer in Lickey [?] of Massachusetts. Have we not enough to do to attend to our own matters. A Martyr! Yes, a martyr!!!

Present us most kindly to Mrs. Allen. Most sincerely yours, — E. Whittlesey

[to] Hon. J. M. Allen


1 The Liberty Party emerged in upstate New York as a third party committed to confronting slavery more directly than the prevailing Whig and Democratic Parties. The party aligned chiefly with the evangelical church, and organized largely around the concept of “one idea” abolitionism: committing the party’s platform singularly to ending slavery or its expansion. Salmon P. Chase captured this sentiment when he coined the party’s slogan “the absolute and unconditional divorce of the government from slavery.” See Liberty Party.

1863: George Washington Wright to his Sister

The following letter was written from China Grove, Alabama, by Lt. George Washington Wright, formerly of the 1st Florida Regiment, but serving as a 2nd Lieutenant in Co. A, 6th Alabama Cavalry when this letter was penned on 16 April 1863.

Lt. George Washington Wright, Co. A, 6th Alabama Cavalry

6th Cavalry Regiment was organized at Pine Level, Alabama, during the spring of 1863. It contained men from Montgomery, Coffee, Tallapoosa, Pike, Barbour, Macon, Henry, and Coosa counties. The unit was brigaded under Brig.-General James Holt Clanton, served for a time in Florida, then in August became part of the garrison at Montgomery. Later it was attached to Armstrong’s command and saw action in various conflicts during the Atlanta Campaign. In August, 1864, the regiment returned to Clanton’s Brigade and fought at Bluff Springs, Florida, and in southern Alabama. With less than 200 men it was included in the surrender of the Department of Alabama, Mississippi, and East Louisiana. Its commanders were Colonel C. H. Colvin, Lieutenant Colonel Washington T. Lary, and Major E.A. McWhorter.

George’s letter informs his sister of the less than desirable encampment of the battalion “in a dense growth of poisonous weeds which have so poisoned the men that all of them present the appearance of having been in a big fuss and got their eyes banged up. Some have both eyes closed, some only one, while others have their lips swollen to the size of hen’s eggs.”

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China Grove [Pike county, Alabama]
April 16 [1863]

Dear Louisa,

Having on my last clean shirt and a probability of not being able to make a shift for some days to come reminds me of the importance of having the colored shirts which you promised to make for me. They will suit camp much better that the white shirts in the double respects of being less easily soiled and more appropriate to this kind of life. I do not know that this letter will reach you nor will you be surprised when you come to know how finely we are situated and the many facilities we have for writing and reading letters by mail.

Our situation is eligible and desirable in many respects. First of all, we are free from all temptation afforded by a proximity to a city. Secondly, we are free from all the allurements that might tempt and cause delinquencies in a neighborhood where there were women and other civilized attractions so the men are always ay their post, having no place to go to. We have very good water too, of a brownish tinge and fine to make the liver act. And in addition to all our tents, we are pitched in a dense growth of poisonous weeds which have so poisoned the men that all of them present the appearance of having been in a big fuss and got their eyes banged up. Some have both eyes closed, some only one, while others have their lips swollen to the size of hen’s eggs. And the evil effects of the weed was inevitable—the men having all to lie down upon the ground until shelters could be erected. I have escaped more fortunately that the rest. My mouth is sore only a little.

The sagacity of our commander is very much felt in his selection of this place. I would write further but have no time. Your brother, — W. W. Wright

Address:

G. W. Wright
Maj. [C. H.] Colvin’s Battalion
Clanton Legion

Lt. G. W. Wright, Capt. Armstrong, commanding
Major Colvin’s Bat
Clanton Legion
China Grove, Alabama