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Alexander Samuel Diven Letters

Alexander Samuel Diven (February 10, 1809 – June 11, 1896) was an American politician from New York and an officer in the Union Army during the American Civil War.

Born in Catharine, New York, Diven attended the common schools and the academies in Penn Yan and Ovid, New York, and then studied law. He was admitted to the bar in 1831, and commenced practice in Elmira. He was member of the New York State Senate (27th District) in 1858 and 1859.

Diven was elected as a Republican to the 37th United States Congress, holding office from March 4, 1861, to March 3, 1863. Though opposed to slavery, he was hardly an abolitionist and he did not consider Blacks his equal. He gave up his seat in Congress to fight for the preservation of the Union, but not to liberate the slave nor to make them free and equal citizens. Rather, he hoped they might be settled elsewhere, even deported if need be. This was not uncommon. Even President Abraham Lincoln held this same policy.

Diven entered the Army on August 13, 1862, as lieutenant colonel of the 107th New York Infantry Regiment. He was promoted to colonel on October 21, 1862. He was granted leave of absence from the Army for ninety days to take his seat in Congress. He was honorably discharged as colonel May 11, 1863, and later brevetted brigadier general of Volunteers April 30, 1864. He spoke at the dedication of the monument honoring the 107th New York in 1869. He engaged in railroad building and operation from 1865 to 1875, and was prominently identified with the Erie Railroad.

In the 1870s Pennsylvania native Truckson LaFrance obtained several patents on improvements he developed in the rotary steam engine. John Vischer, head of the Elmira Union Iron Works, became interested and was convinced by LaFrance to back him in the manufacture of a steam fire engine. They subsequently formed a business partnership to manufacture fire apparatus. Their success attracted the attention of Diven and his four sons, who bought the company in April 1873. They renamed LaFrance Manufacturing Company and appointed John Vischer as a Director and Truckson LaFrance as the company’s Mechanical Engineer. Within three months, the new company bought 10 acres of land and built a plant to manufacture steam engines and related equipment, including railroad locomotives.

General Diven was married, in 1835, to Miss Amanda Beers, of Elmira, and had four sons and four daughters. He died in Elmira, New York, on June 11, 1896, and was buried at Woodlawn Cemetery.

One of Diven’s sons, his eldest, George Miles Diven (1835-1909), wrote or added notes to some of these letters. George was born in Angelica on 28 August 1835. He was educated at the old Elmira Academy, at a private school in Geneva, and was graduated from Hamilton College in the class of 1857. He studied law in his father’s office and was admitted to the bar in Binghamton in 1862.


[Note: This is the earliest piece in the “Diven Collection” and it was not a letter but most likely a draft or copy of a set of resolutions written by Alexander S. Diven in 1854 after the passage of the Kansas-Nebraska Act. Alexander was not yet in the State Legislature so it isn’t clear what organization he represented when he wrote this. It may have been a political party organization.]

19 August 1854

Resolved. That we disapprove of the late law of Congress organizing the territories of Kansas and Nebraska by which slavery is admitted into territory heretofore dedicated to freedom and by which the Missouri Compromise (so called) was abrogated and annulled and that we are in favor of the repeal of said law so far as it respects said compromise.

Resolved. That we hold that our Republican institution rest upon the great doctrine of the equality of man in their political, civil, and religious rights, and that the stability of our free institutions depends upon our faithful adherence to these principles.

Resolved. That we consider the institution of slavery inconsistent with the Republican form of government insomuch as it denies to a portion of mankind that equality of right which constitutes the foundation of a republic. That this anomaly in our state governments was seen and regretted by the framers of our national constitution and that in the constitution they have recognized slavery only as a state institution—studiously avoiding in our national charter the right of a man to hold another as property.

Resolved. That the Administration has recognized slavery as national & is so doing has opened the territories, &c.

Resolved. That we believe the people of this state are ready to respond to the call irrespective of past political differences. To declare in thunder tones that slavery aggression shall go no further. That there shall be no more slave states, no slave territories, and that the people will make their will supreme and effective by driving from power & place our public [rest of document missing]


Letter 1

Jefferson City, [Missouri]
November 8, [1855]

My ever dear wife,

I am just within the range of post offices having been the last 18 days over wild prairies & wilder woods. You doubtless heard of the dreadful disaster on the Pacific road 1 and had you fears lest I was on the train. But a kind Providence had kept me from getting in in time to join the excursion which I contemplated, and would in all probability have been near my friend poor [Thomas] O’Sullivan.

He perished unhappily & yet had I been he, I had rather have perished than to have survived. Now sympathy is with him. Responsible as he was for the accident, he would only have lived to share the public execration. There are circumstances that cannot excuse his rashness. An engine had passed the bridge and after passing said he would not cross it again for five thousand dollars. O’Sullivan discharged him. The engineer of this train objected to cross. O’Sullivan, to encourage him, went upon the locomotive with the President of the road and told the engine man to put on steam. He did so and the consequence you know. 2

The death of O’Sullivan & the general result of the disaster may keep me here longer but I hope not. I am now waiting a steamer to go down to St. Louis where I expect a letter from you. I was never so anxious to hear from home. I have all kinds of fears and apprehension.

I wish I was out of this miserable contract—and all others. I want peace—peace & home. My dear wife, goodbye. Your husband, — A. S. Diven

1 “The Pacific Railroad was chartered in Missouri in 1849 to build a railroad from St. Louis to the Pacific Ocean. Due to financing problems and outbreaks of cholera, construction did not begin until 1851 with a groundbreaking at which prominent citizens of St. Louis turned out to celebrate the start of construction of the line.  It included speeches, a national salute, and the reading of a poem written for the moment in history. Due to the time required to make tunnels and build bridges, the line did not reach the nearby city of Pacific until 1853.  Much of the line between a point just east of Washington and Jefferson City was along the Missouri River.  Over the next two years, it would reach the capital city of Jefferson City with a planned grand entry on November 1, 1855.  All of their bridges were of wood with the largest one being across the Gasconade River, a tributary of the Missouri River.” [See Gasconade Bridge Failure 1855]

2 For a description of the accident and the names of those killed in the disaster, see Gasconade Bridge Train Disaster, 1855.


Letter 2

Jefferson City [Missouri]
July 25, 1858

My Dear,

I have been waiting all day for it to get a little cooler before writing but it has run the degrees of comparison, hot, hotter, hottest. I have been twice to church. The minister was just as ardent as the sun. Everything is ardent here—even the climate of the people is ardent. I don’t object to ardor but somehow here they don’t seem to get it in the right place.

It is near election. Night before last at St. Louis I went out to try and get cool & a crowd was at the first corner listening to a ranting brawlee to what was intended for a political speech but which was indeed very stale abuse of Yankee Abolitionists & Christians. A little further and a candidate for Congress was proving himself to be the very man for the support of his fellow citizens. At all the beer shops 9and they are legion), it was politics. All their quarrels are political. Indeed, it appears that the election affords a good opportunity to the fiery Missourians to let off their excessive calories.

Tomorrow we are to open the Pacific Railroad to Round Hill 45 miles west of this. I hope now to be ready to start home on Monday, a week from tomorrow, but will keep you advised of the prospect.

Porter, Brayton, and Tomy are here. Mr. Brayton, his two girls, and Mrs. Porter are at Clifton.

I hope you have it a little cooler. Don’t forget those Niggers. I shall expect to see the house black with them on my return.

Tell George about my letters. Those relating to Yates County Bank are to be sent to Petter Oliver. Political ones to be given to Thurston—Doctor Buell. First to Stonecliff for him to show to such parties as he thinks best. It is absolutely too hot to think, much less to write. So my dear wife, accept a melting adieu from your husband, — A. S. Diven


Letter 3

Jefferson City [Missouri]
August 1858

My dear wife,

You will see by the way my letters are dated that I am alternating between this & St. Louis rather rapidly. I am getting rather tired of the scenery of bluffs and flats. There is but one thing in the picture that continues to please me. That is the way the green ivy clings to the stems of great trees perfectly enveloping them in a casing of bright green. Occasionally the tree is dry with its great limbs stretching out like the branching of coral rocks, and the whole closely enveloped in the “ivy green.”

This is election day and I have to be idle as my partner, Gen. Price 1 is clearly interested in politics. I shall be glad when it is all over for I have heard more spread eagle speeches than I can well endure with the heated atmosphere. My great anxiety just now is to get away this week and I have not given it up yet. You can ewll imagine how irksome it is to lose an entire day under such anxiety.

I am getting very impatient to be home. If I could only hear from you & know that the children and all were well, I could wait while longer contented. Hoping very soon to see you my dear wife. I remain your husband, — A. S. Diven

1 After the expiration of his term as Governor of Missouri in 1857, Gen. Sterling Price (former General in Mexican War) became the state’s Bank Commissioner from 1857 to 1861. He also secured construction of a railroad through his home county, which now forms part of the Norfolk and Western Railway.


Letter 4

Jefferson City, [Missouri]
August 3d [1858]

My dear wife,

A mid-19th century Congress & Empire Water Bottle from Saratoga, New York

I would not write this but for my promise. I am not well today. This terrible hot weather compels me to drink too much water. I went to bed last night with headache & feverish and dreamed that one of the children was dead and had a bad night of it between broken slumber and troubled dreams. I am in a free perspiration now and will be all right by a day or two. Tomorrow I go to St. Louis where I can get Congress water. 1 I have been drinking some that was stale & though very insipid, its effect is good. They have a light, sour wine which agrees with me & which I drank for a good while but it is too expensive to quench thirst with that alone in this hot weather. However, I am resolved to take care of myself so don’t be uneasy.

I am now satisfied that I shall not be home this week but feel quite content that I can get off on Monday. Will write, however, when I get to St. Louis. I think I forgot about charging you to get those “niggers” in my last so I renew my directions here. You may think I am getting beniggered by my stay in a slave state. Nothing of the kind for here nigger & dirt go together & from my heart I wish Africa had them all.

Goodbye my dear wife, — A. S. D.

1 “Congress water” referred to a popular, bottled mineral water sourced from Congress Spring in Saratoga Springs, New York. It was sold nationwide and prized for its supposed health benefits. 


Letter 5

Statehouse overlooking the Missouri River at Jefferson City, Missouri (ca. 1860)

Jefferson City [Missouri]
New Years Day 1860

Dear Johnny,

I was very glad to receive your letter. I don’t think Caper’s bite will hurt you though sometimes the bite of a dog does cause hydraphobia & then the party bitten does a most terrible death. It is too dreadful to joke about such a disease.

You want to know what kind of a place this is. Well it is built on a great many steep hills. A river as far across as from our house to Mr. Hall’s is at the foot of the hills & across the river is a great flat and broad as from our house to the village. This is nearly all covered with corn. They don’t cut up their corn here as we do but let it stand in the field and husk it where it stands during the winter.

Then across this river & this flat are hills, not very high, but very steep and a great many of them on the side next us are white rock. And looking across from Jefferson [City] They look like houses as though there were a villages on those hills. The view is now all frozen over hard and boys skate on the ice.

It is not a lot like our Jefferson—not near so pretty, and I want very much to get away from it and go home & see Johnny. Your father, — A. S. Diven


Letter 6

[Note: This letter refers to the Battle of Bull Run, fought one week earlier on 21 Sunday 1861.]

Washington
Sunday, [July] 28, 1861

My dear,

I am in receipt of yours & Ella’s letter of Friday. You can scarcely imagine how these letters from home come like bread to the hungry or water to the thirsty. Don’t fear for my safety. I was never in better health & never more free from danger. When you read my last, will see how exactly like yourself I am affected by the departure of Alen. It does seems as though a link was broken in a cherished chain. But no matter now about these sad [ ].

Our country is still in a condition to retrieve the one disaster we have experienced. It is only a lessen to teach us the true magnitude of our difficulties. If the fault finders would only cease their croaking, we would lose all traces of the disaster save in the vacant places of those who fell & in the scears of the wounded and in the disgrace of the cowardly.

I hope your next letter will be more cheerful—that your philosophy will prevail over your melancholy. Above all, do take care of your health and don’t [ ]. It seems as though this year has been one in which your cares were piled up. Eugene prepared first for the Army, then for West Point…

I have been to a camp and heard the service of a most zealous and I think patriotic Christian. It was the [14th] Brooklyn Fire Zouaves, I think. Col. [Alfred M.] Wood’s regiment. They stood as much of the fight & suffered as much or more than an regiment in the action. Col. Wood was left on the field wounded & his regiment & friends are anxious to hear from him. These troops are at Arlington House and the service was in the pine woods that surround the house. I never witnessed anything more impressive. I , of course, cried all the time. No, don’t laugh at me. I think you would have done the same. I had at least the countenance of the brave soldiers whose bronzed cheeks were wet with the feeling tears.

Tell Ella that young Harris is well. Col. [Henry Warner] Slocum fast recovering. Mrs. Merrill is back to see her son, &c. &c. Yours ever, — A. S. Diven

P. S. Col. Slocum’s Regiment [27th N. Y. Infantry] doubtless desire as much praise as any troops in the fight. Tell Amanda & Ella to see to it that the papers do them justice.


Letter 7

Addressed to Hon. A. S. Diven, M. C. [Member of Congress], Washington D. C.

U. S. C. C. West Point
Sunday, March 2, 1862

Dear Mother,

You complain in your last letter of not having received a letter from me the week before last. It must be the fault of the mails as I have mailed a letter to you ever Monday morning since I came to West Point. I think I promised you on leaving home that I would write you once a week while I remained at West Point. This promise, at least, I have kept faithfully do far, and I mean to stick to it for it gives you half as much pleasure to receive my letters as it does me to receive yours. I shall consider myself well paid for the trouble of writing.

Yesterday morning I received a letter from Ella to you that Maud sent me. I was surprised to hear that the folks at home liked my photographs so much. I thought they were not very well taken and I shouldn’t have taken them but the poor fellow 9artist he called himself) who took them looked as though he needed the money and he took them very cheap—only 50 cents apiece. I think that Ella was rather profuse in her compliments to my picture. She “laid it on pretty thick”, “cut it fat,” to use a slang phrase. But it is so long since she has seen me that she has probably forgotten how I do look.

Did Maud attend the ball at the White House and was she attired in a head dress and “no. 4” gaiters and a complete set of ear rings?

Last night we had another concert. Those who went said that it was a splendid affair. Unfortunately I was on guard and couldn’t go. This makes the fifth that we have had and I have been unable to go to but one.

How do things look in Washington now? Was it “All quiet on the Potomac up to 12 o’clock last night?”

Excuse this short letter. your son, — Eugene


Boston Post, 10 July 1862.


Letter 8

Camp Seward
August 22, 1862

My dear,

I have just received your letter. You must have received a letter from me soon after writing. We are now packing up. Have our orders to move at six in the morning. Go to Fort Lyon about a mile and a half back from Alexandria. As soon as we are settled, then will write again. We are very anxious for our army [to advance on] the enemy. As I expected, don’t intend to wait for the reinforcement of our army. They are at it now.

I have a promise from Secretary [Gideon] Wells that Eugene shall have the first vacancy of a lieutenant in th Marine Corps. God bless you all, — your husband.

Address “Lt. Col. A. S. Diven, Fort Lyon, Alexandria, Va.”


Letter 9

Camp Seward
Near Fort Craig, Virginia
August 31, 1862

My dear,

I wrote George yesterday about noon saying that the fight was raging. It had not then reached its fury by a great degree. It slackened a little about one and then opened with terrible fury, raging until dark. I am now writing to hear the commencement this morning. I rode out about five miles toward the battle last evening. Met a Colonel with a broken arm. I thought him too badly frightened or hurt to give much information. I afterward met a young Lieutenant from the Maine Cavalry who was more intelligent or communicative. He said he was in all the fight of the day before. That that was with Jackson’s forces. That Sigel was in his rear and he had made three attempts to force his way through Sigel’s lines. That McDowell was pressing him from the front and the fight had been very obstinate on both sides. Both armies sleeping on the battlefield. that when he left the next morning (yesterday), the battle was raging on the old Bull Run battlefield. That the main army under Lee was held in check by Banks and that the probability was that the fight would become general taking in the whole army.

From the fury of the firing the last three hours before dark, I think there must have been a general fight without any decisive result as night evidently put an end to the firing. From there being no renewal of it this morning, one party may have retreated during the night. Sumner’s Division passed here towards the battle about three o’clock yesterday and another Corps de army soon after. The whole of our old army will be engaged if the fight is renewed today. Of one thing be assured, our troops are not routed as we are directly on the road where the stragglers would retreat and not a frightened sutler or camp follower has been seen.

We have a picket along the road stopping everyone that cannot show his tight to pass. We too up four soldiers without their arms yesterday from Maine regiments as they said and a few of a Pennsylvania Cavalry regiment that disgraced itself the other day. There go the guns! God speed us today.

Since writing the above I have received the Chronicle which I send you. This shows that Friday’s fight cost us 8,000 men. Yesterday must have cost us twice that number. Think of on both sides not less than 50,000 killed and wounded and I have no idea that the fight is yet ended.

No more today. Tomorrow I will write again. Yours ever.


Letter 10

Camp Seward, Virginia
September 1, 1862

My dear wife,

Nothing has transpired of interest. Our army still rests at Centreville, I think, though there is a rumor this morning that it has retreated to Fairfax Court House. This I don’t credit as Centreville is a very strong position. I now fear the enemy will turn upon Harpers Ferry and surprise them. Our new [ ] will soon be aailable when we can rely on aggressive measures.

I am now commanding our regiment as the Col. is temporarily commanding a Brigade. I am extremely hard at work. I don’t get out of camp at all. The wind came near blowing our tent down last night. First it rained furiously, deluging our tents with water and then came the rain [wind] blowing half the tents in the camp down. I have received no letter from home this long time. All our folks receive letters but me. I must stop. Goodbye my loving wife, — your husband, — A. S. D.

[In a different hand]

Dear sisters, I know you think strange that you don’t hear from us but we have been so excited here for a week that we could think of nothing but this dreadful war. Your brother is back to his old quarters near Washington. I have been packed and ready to go since Monday. Started Monday night but was over persuaded not to start as the road from Baltimore to Washington is so crowded wit troops moving on to Washington & the scene of action. All sorts of rumors are afloat this morning again but nothing definite in known.

We are sending on lint & supplies as fast as they are brought in. If your folks want to send to Washington instead of New York, you can send boxes here to J. M. Robinson. Eugene has gone o Chicago to take Lech’s place temporarily. I wish one of you could come out with Marg tomorrow. Do you hear from Weston? Write and let us know if you are well. Ella is quite well again & Mand has got home. In haste. — Amanda


Letter 11

Camp Seward, Virginia
September 6, 1862

My dear wife,

We have had a quiet day and night. Nothing but the routine of camp life. We have had all kinds of rumors about the enemy falling upon Maryland and we heard last night that they had crossed in force near Harpers Ferry. I doubt it. We have now an immense army about Washington. What we are to do with it is quite a puzzling question with me.

I was never in my life more at a loss to form an opinion as to what should be done. I am quite at a loss for anything to write about this morning but don’t let the want of interest in this letter prevent you writing to me.

Excuse this. Your husband, — A. S. D.

One hour later. The chaplain went off to the city without this letter so you will miss a letter for one day but it enable me to add that I have just received an order attaching us to Gen. Banks’ Corps & orders us without delay to Rockville, Maryland, to march without tents and with 4 days cooked rations.

I can no more tell for why than you can. Yours ever, — A. S. D.


Letter 12

Camp Seward near Rockville, Md.
September 9, 1862

My dear,

My letters since leaving Virginia have been written amid much confusion. I am for once alone in my tent and hope I ay be left to finish this letter. Our march from Virginia was one of the loveliest moonlights imaginable and but for the falling out of men under pretense of fatigue and sickness and the difficulty of keeping order, I should have enjoyed it vastly for the first part of the march our men sang cheerily. But as they became sleepy and fatigued, their songs changed to murmurs. I wrote about our laying down to camp for the night and how we were aroused and hurried forward.

The country from Georgetown to this place is beautiful—rich in agriculture and the dwellings often elegant. We camped at Rockville in the county fairgrounds—a beautiful enclosure shaded with fine trees, a fine grass plot in the centre, large enough for parade, a row of stalls, a fine spring of water and in every way a spot to be desired for a camp and well did our weary men improve it. For my part, I slept and slept. The sinking sun passed below the tree that shaded me and I awakened, made my meal from the haversack that Tom’s thoughtfulness had provided and then we all went at it to fix our tents for the night.

Our tent on these marches are what is called shelter tents—a square piece of cotton drill about 7 feet square with buttons & button holes in one side so that by setting two upright sticks 3 feet high and buttoning the two together placing the buttoned edges over a pole passed from one of the upper sticks to the other as a ridge pole and then stretching the edges to the ground and pegging them down, you have a shelter under which two men can lay protected from the sun and rain. Well we had ourselves fixed for a comfortable camp when up came an orderly with an order requiring the camp cleared by six in the morning. Away went all the anticipation & enjoyment in the rural fairgrounds and we only thought of making the most of the little time left us.

On our first arrival at this camp I was sent forward to report at headquarters of Gen. Banks according to the order under which we left Virginia. I found the line of battle about two miles north of Rockville but had great difficulty in finding headquarters. It is surprising how little is known in our part of such a line of the situation of the remainder. I at length found the headquarters of Gen. Williams who was in command of the Corps, Gen. Banks not having arrived from Washington. He is suffering much from the collision at Cedar Mountain I believe it was. Gen. Williams attached us to Gen. Gordon’s Brigade and we remain & I hope may under him. I think him a fine officer.

We have a little surprise while sleeping in our fairground camp. About 11 o’clock a number of Gen. McClellan’s staff rode up and wanted us to detail a company as guard for his quarters. He had just arrived without his suit or escort. Capt. Wilkerson had the honor with his company of guarding the house of the little General, though it cost them a night’s sleep. Early in the morning, we broke camp in the fairground and are now beautifully encamped on a fine old estate. A beautiful brook passes by us in which yesterday I had a bath—the second one since I have been in camp.

We do not expect long to remain here but what is to be done with us we have no guess. The enemy seems to be having it all their own way, are replenishing their exhausted stores from the rich fields of western Maryland. There is an immense army assembled here [rest of letter missing]


Letter 13

Baltimore [Maryland]
18 September 1862

Dear Mother,

I had a slow time of it coming here. Only reached here at eleven this morning & must stay over till half past eight tomorrow morning before I can go in. There is but one train a day on th Baltimore & Ohio and that only runs to the Monacacy about five miles this side of Frederick City. I understand there is a line of stages running to Harpers Ferry. I shall got o Frederick & then probably to Boonsboro. I have been able to trace Banks Corps up to Tuesday. It was not in any of the previous fights but was on the right of the army in Tuesday’s battle. That wing was not very hotly engaged. the brunt of the battle being done by the center and left wing.

Yesterday’s fight was the fiercest probably of the war. It’s final result has not yet transpired in this vicinity. Baltimore is about like Washington for getting news. The N. Y. papers for this morning are just in & perhaps I can learn something from them. I shall take good care of myself & let you hear from me as often as possible. In the meantime consider no news as good news. The N. Y. Times has the most reliable & intelligible reports from the battlefield. You might have Towner save it for you & give it to Turner so that you can get it at the office.

I had very little sleep last night & am rather “shakey” & can’t write very smoothly as you perceive. Yours on, — G. M. Diven


Letter 14

Sandy Hook near Harpers Ferry
September 21, 1862

My dear,

I wrote George the morning of the 18th after the great battle of the 17th [Antietam]. When I wrote, we were drawn up in support of a battery expecting each minute the battle to be renewed. I think it should have been but I suppose there are good reasons why we did not. You know I believe in our commander and if someone does not know better what should be done than I do, we are in a bad way. Still I could not help all day Friday feeling anxious to have the fire open and as the sun went down my impatience was rather uncomfortable. And when the next morning disclosed the fact that the enemy had used the night to retreat, I could not but think I was right. This desire to have the fight renewed arose from no personal bravery of mine for God knows I have no wish ever to see another battle, but above all things I want to see the end of this war and it does seem to me that it can only be ended by the capture of the principal army of the enemy.

We waited all the forenoon of the second day when we were out under motion and marched all the afternoon and nearly all night, halting about four hours, when we marched on, climbing a mountain and passing its summit until we reached the point overlooking Harpers Ferry known as Maryland Heights. From this point we could see an artillery fight on the Virginia side but what the forces were or what the result we have not yet heard. We remained upon the heights until near night when we came down in to the plain at the its foot where we are now resting.

[In George Diven’s hand]

I’ve been glancing over the fore part of this letter and see that father has not told you of my arrival. I took him by surprise this morning. He was glad enough to see me. Found him & Tom & and the horses all well. All our Elmira boys are safe. Wilkinson was left back on the road quite sick but well cared for. Maj. Hall, Stanley & McWilliams behaved like heroes in the late battle & are all well. Tell Truman’s man John that his brother went through the fight safely. He wants John to write to his mother & tell her that he is safe. I had a hard time of it yesterday. Walked most of the way from Boonsboro here, between 20 and 30 miles. Passed through the great battlefield. Found Blossom and Isaac Reynold on the way to the regiment with their sutler’s stores & came on with them. Had to stop over night about four miles from here. Slept on a stoop with my clothes on, a bag of hostler’s tools for a pillow & my overcoat for a cover. Pretty hard sleeping arrangements. I am feeling well now. Am going to send this letter by the sutlers & they are about starting so I can’t write more now. Your son, — G. M. Diven


Letter 15

Washington
30 December 1862

Mrs. A. S. Diven

Dear madam, Col. Diven came in this morning and has gone on to the regiment which last evening returned to its camping ground near Fairfax Station.

On Sunday the rebels came in 4 miles this side of Fairfax Station and burned Accotinick bridge and carried off our telegraph operator there but the bridge is now repaired and the Colonel had gone to the regiment up the road. He desired I should write to you of these facts so that you may know his whereabouts. Very respectfully yours, — G. L. Smith


Letter 16

Fairfax Station, Va.
December 31, 1862

My dear,

I was relieved from my anxiety on reaching Washington. I learned that the regiment was back in camp and had encountered nothing worse than a very big scare.

I am not sorry however at having returned. I was in time to attend to the muster for pay and cheer up the men. They are singing merrily tonight though but few of them have their shanties built. The saddest thing is that they have torn down an old brick church built before the [American] Revolution well kept by the church to which it belongs. Our men say they did not begin it—that it was nearly torn down before they took any of the material but it will remain a lasting disgrace to our army and had I have been here I would have placed a guard around it to protect it against any depredation. 1

A worse sacrilege if possible was committed a little way from here by some of our troops. A vault was torn down for the brick in which was deposited the remains of an ancient family. We must lose self respect by such practice. There is the smallest possible inducement to this crime. The stone here is perfectly fire proof and easily gathered in any field and makes just as good a fire place as brick.

I think we will not get further from Washington than we now are and that you may bring my trunk and clothes to Washington as soon as you can get the boys ready to come. I am building a log house so you can stay with me either in camp or in the city. Love to all. Your husband, — A. S. Diven

1 Diven is most likely referring to the 2nd Pohick Church which was built between 1769 and 1774. The church was located in Fairfax county in the general vicinity of Fairfax Station. It was a parish church for prominent colonial figures including George Washington. Union troops that wintered in the vicinity in 1862-63 dismantled the church for its brick to make fire places.


Letter 17

Fairfax Station
Friday, January 9, 1863

Dear Mother,

I suppose you think it it about time that I was writing to you to let you know how I like soldiering. There goes the ever welcome supper bell so I must stop before I have fairly begun and finish this after that important duty is performed.

Have just returned from a supper of beef steak, fried liver, fried potatoes, cold tongue, toast and coffee. Very good fare considering the place that we are in. The general [Jackson] and his staff all mess together and we don’t starve either.

I like General Jackson very much. He is a very sociable and agreeable and a perfect gentleman. He is a great smoker and the first day I came he made the discovery that I had some good tobacco and since that, he comes every night after supper with his pipe to my tent and spends about half an hour with me smoking and talking.

I thought when I came out here that as long as there was no one around to see how I looked, I need not pay any attention to my personal appearance. But I find that the General, though a very plain dressed man himself, likes to have his staff—especially his Aides—dress up in style. I got me a riding jacket in Washington & as soon as he saw it, he said I must send it back and have my rank designated on the sleeves. So I had to send it back to Washington to have two or three yards of gold lace put on the sleeves.

The day after I arrived here we went through the pleasant operation of moving our camp. We are now camped in the woods about a mile from Father’s regiment. This a.m. I rode over and saw Father. He is busy putting up a log hut for his winter quarters.

Lowe, I suppose, is now home. Jim Flynn tells me that Towner is coming back with him. I hope he will. The more Elmira faces I see around, the more like home it will seem. I never felt better than I have since I came here. The weather is cold but I have a good tent with a stove, a contraband to keep it supplied with wood. I guess I will manage to live this winter. Let me hear from you soon. your affectionate son, — Eugene [Diven]

Lt. Eugene Diven, A. D. C., 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 12th A. C. Fairfax Station.


Letter 18

Washington
January 11, 1863

My dear wife,

I came down from camp this morning and had just a little hope of finding you here. I have now but a little more than a month and a half of freedom from the discipline of the army. After the 4th of March, it may and probably will be impossible for us to meet. Had we not then better improve the little liberty let us? May I not expect to find you here next Sunday? I have a nice place in camp. Have built it with Tom and my plan is to stay in Congress during the week, go to camp Friday night, and return Monday morning. You can go with me. bring my cravat. Love to all. Good night, your husband.


Letter 19

Headquarters 107th Regt. N. Y. V.
March 13, 1863

My Dear,

I am again in camp. I found my men much more comfortable than I expected. THey have never had a better camp except kitchen. We are as well off as at Antietam. Great injustice was done in the regiment by inspecting it when the men were all detailed to fatigue duty. The men were taken right out of the mud and inspected without any chance to change or clean their clothes. I have little doubt but that injustice done us will be committed.

I was sorry to hear that Truman was going to leave the farm. I think he had better stay. Produce is going to be very high and he can do well. But if he don’t get another farmer, don’t attempt to carry on the farm yourself. I don’t want George to be kept from his business & I don’t want you perplexed with it. You will have quite enough to do about the house and garden.

It is terribly cold here today. We have an old ragged tent and last night I could not kep warm but the cold weather cannot last. Tom came in good condition. The horses are fat and frisky.

Major Dickenson made us a good visit. There is sense in having a visit from such a man. It does the men good but no visit from men who promote discontent.

Eugene is looking well and getting fat.

We have plenty of good rations and I fall right into camp life with a good will.

We are putting ourselves in condition to open the campaign and I think it will be a very active one. Love to all. Your husband, — A. S. D.


Letter 20

Aquia Creek
March 16, 1863

My dear,

The chaplain goes to Washington in the morning and it expedites a letter one day to send by him instead of sending to Headquarters so I write a line without having anything to write about.

Yesterday was a terrible day. It thundered and lightnied terrifically and today the hail lay on the ground so deep that we had no drill. So I have been shut up studying tactics a little, having the blues a little, thinking of home a great deal. I have a miserable old ragged tent 9 feet square and the Major and I have to occupy it together but we get on very well.

[Our son] Eugene looks well. Is getting quite fat.

We look for marching orders now every hour. The roads are still bad but I think the intention is to try and brave them. Indeed, the enemy begin to show signs of opening the campaign if we do not. They are showing themselves in large force in front of our lines at Stafford Court House and manifest some disposition to get on our right wing. My policy would be if they attempt it to let them turn our right and advance to our rear as much as they dare and then move our army up to the Rappahannock and cut off their return. But I am not general, and they might not give me a chance to try this plan if I were. So we must wait and let events develop themselves.

In the meantime, let us hope and pray that all may be well. Your loving husband, — A. S. Diven


Letter 21

Headquarters 107th Regt. N. Y. V.
Aquia Creek
March 16, 1863

Dear Alice,

I have just received your kind letter. Be sure it is grateful to me at all times to hear from my dear little daughter. It is especially so on a cold, snowy day, shut up as I am in an old ragged tent, the wind blowing my paper about and making me shiver with the cold. It has been very cold ever since I have returned to camp. Rain, snow, or sleet everyday. But it will soon be spring. It is about time for making gardens in this region. We have a had fishery close by and we expect a man tomorrow with a seine. Then we will have plenty of fish. As it is, we have plenty to eat. Then, notwithstanding the cold, the birds do all they can to make spring of it and every morning they sing all around my tent, filling the air with their glad notes. There is one beautiful red bird—the red mocking bird of Virginia—that mimics all the others besides having some beautiful notes of its own. If all mimics were as pleasant as this fair songster, I would not complain of them. Generally however, they are malicious or at best heartless characters who find amusement in making other people appear ridiculous those these people are often greatly their superiors.

I see you complain that one of yout school mates is mad at you. I hope you have given her no reason. If not, the very best thing you can do is to be so kind to her as that she will [be] ashamed of her ill nature toward you. There is no way you can so nobly triumph over an enemy as to return good for evil. I should be very proud to hear that my dear little daughter had thus overcome a foe.

Eugene was over to see me yesterday. He was looking very well—much better than when he first came into the field though i think he has to work very hard. Whether he goes home or not, I think will depend upon when the army moves. We expect now to be put into active service as soon as the weather is a little more favorable. We all expect the campaign to open with great activity. Eugene and I will both be exposed to great danger. You will pray, won’t you, for our deliverance and that this bloody war may be ended and all the poor soldiers returned to their homes.

You will give my respects to Mrs. Thurston, Tell her I shall always be grateful for the instruction and faithful training she has given my dear girls.

Write me often. It will be a good exercise for you as will be a great pleasure to me. Be careful about your spelling. When you are in doubt, always consult your dictionary and you will soon learn to avoid mistakes. Your loving father, — A. S. Diven


Letter 22

[Note: The following letter was written by Thomas Grady who was, to my knowledge, not a member of the 107th New York Infantry, but employed by Col. Diven to care for his horses and to cook for him. There was an Irish emigrant named Thomas Grady (b. 1810) who lived in Elmira or Horseheads of Chemung county who appears to match this description.]

Camp of the 107th Regt.
Hope Landing
March 18th 1863

Mrs. A. S. Diven

Dear madam, I now will as an opportunity offers itself write you as I promised you I would. I arrived here safe and sound and was greeted by many a warm friend. Ues, I was glad to get home as this is all the one I have at the present time but I hope that the time is not far distant when we can all go to our homes & enjoy the society of the many friends that we all have in a land of peace and gratitude. I am also happy to inform you that the Colonel is feeling as well as I ever knew of his feeling in all of the time. He has two wall tents, one directly behind the other. Everything is as cozy as one can wish for I was over to see Eugene & took him over that roast & also 25 of the best quality of Spanish cigars & he was over here yesterday and stayed to dinner.

Now I will give you a bill of fare that was given at our house. First a nice platter of pickerel, mashed potatoes, broiled ham, a fine plate of wheat cakes well buttered, stewed peaches, as fine a dish of coffee as you ever saw. Now I will speak of our coffee pot. It is none of those with a rectifier in it & I tell you it makes the best of coffee—clear and good. I am going to fetch it home when I come. Eugene said our dinner was the best he had since he had been in the service and we would of had chicken if it had of been after dark but we could not very well reach after them in the day time. Tell Bridget I am as good a chicken reacher as I ever was. I would like to have you to tell Mr. George to write to me & tell me how Topsey is getting along. Tell him I miss that good stable and plenty of good straw for bedding for my horses are better cared for than they were when I first got back for I have since my return built a good log stable & have got it well covered with good new tent cloth & they seem to enjoy it & I am sure I am better satisfied to have them in a good stable than to have them out through all of the storms.

The Colonel has returned this evening from a visit to the 23rd Regiment & Major Greg come home with him. He was quite disappointed to learn that neither him or I had not yet got a letter yet. You will please answer this as soon as you receive this. No more at present. From your friend & coachman, — Thomas Grady


Letter 23

Camp 107th Regiment N. Y. V.
Hope Landing, Virginia
April 1863

My dear, dear wife,

I had such a food letter from Ella day before yesterday and from Amanda yesterday. And then that dear one from you with the image that never leaves me. For all this, I certainly owe you one.

George’s presence with Eugene was a surprise. Yours would not have been. Somehow I had it fixed in my mind that you would come with him and I kept Tom at the landing on the watch for you. I had without saying anything to anyone made some little preparation about my tent to accommodate. But all these cherished hopes vanished when I saw George and I would not wonder if he thought I did not care to see him though I was glad. He will be telling you of promises that I am to be transferred or something. Don’t put too much trust in these promises, not but that I think Seward entirely sincerely in making them, but he has so many cares more important than my affairs that he will hardly think of me again. It was very kind though in Langden to intercede for me at so much trouble and expense and Mr. Kimber too. I wish you would write and thank them both. They are just as much entitled to my thanks as though they had succeeded.

Day before yesterday Gen. [Henry W.] Slocum, Gen. [Alpheus S.] Williams, Gen. [Thomas] Ruger, Gen. [Nathaniel J.] Jackson, and Gen. [Joseph] Knipe all made me a visit. We had rather a fine time of it. Our camp was in splendid style, our men looking and behaving well. Tom cooked the shad to perfection. They all declared they had tasted no such coffee in camp. Then I rowed them across the bay where they were drawing stores and I am satisfied they had a good day of it. Just as they were about to leave for home, word came that the President was to review the 12th Army Corps today. So today we have had a Grand Review. We had to march three miles to attend it and then after being there all day without our dinner, had to march back. But the day was glorious & we all enjoyed ourselves. 1

Location of the various Corps winter encampments between Aquia Landing and Fredericksburg

The mud is drying up fast. The army is in tip top condition and if it is intended to fight, it seems to me it must be very soon. Today we were ordered to draw forage of grain ten days and hay six days. The inference is that six days of hay will last us while in camp and leave us four days of grain to take on march. We never carry hay on march. I think we will start about Friday of next week.

[Newton T.] Colby is going home. My Major is inexperienced. [Hull] Fanton is going and I will be pretty much alone. That is my usual luck.

Be sure and write me. Tell Ella and Amanda that I will soon find time to write to them. Kiss all the dear ones for me. I am your fond husband, — A. S. D.

1 President’s Lincoln’s review of the 11th and 12th Corps took place on 9 April 1863 at Stafford Court House. Diven places the distance from their encampment to the parade ground at Stafford Court house at approximately three miles.


Letter 24

Headquarters 107th N, Y. V.
Camp Hope’s Landing
April 14, 1863

General, what shall I do with the fatigue party. See letter of Capt. Steiner. What shall I say to that? If I furnish four companies, it leaves me a poor command. — A. S. Diven, Col. commanding.

[to] Gen. Ruger
Commanding Brigade

[response from Gen. Thomas Howard Ruger in his own hand]

Brig. Gen. Thomas Howard Ruger

From the orders which you have received, you will no doubt infer that you will remain but a short time at your present post. You will furnish the necessary details to Capt. Steiner. As to the number of your companies, that is a matter for your own decision. The number of men required is all that you need furnish, whether it takes one company or more. You better see how many men are necessary and then you can decide whether it will require four companies. So far as Capt. Steiner is concerned, his only interest officially is to have the work done. If the number of men at present there are overworked, of course you will increase the detail. Very respectfully, Thos. H. Ruger, Brig. Gen. Commanding

[to] Col. Devin, Commanding at Hope’s Landing


Letter 25

On the march
April 28, 1863

Dear wife,

We are halted to let the wagons pass. Last night 3 Grand Army Corps bivouacked at Harewood Church, 23 miles from Rappahannock Station. We expect to make 19 miles today leaving us 4 miles to march in the morning tomorrow. I think the enemy will fight us at the crossing. They are moving up on the south side as we are on the north. I think our army as large as at Antietam and twice as efficient. Though our men seem to know what is before them, they march to it as to a feast.

The weather has been beautiful but threatens rain today. If it rains, it may delay the fight a few days, I thin to our disadvantage. Be of good cheer. Be sure I will write each day.

Eugene is acting quartermaster of his brigade—not a post of danger. Then remember this movement over [?] Yours, — A. S. D.

Kelly’s Ford, 5.30 p.m.

Well here we are. We have made 19 miles today with 8 days rations and 60 rounds of cartridges—a very heavy marching load. I think the fight will begin tonight and you may have another post script in the morning.

Oh how happy your dear letter has made me. I have just received it and read it right here in camp. If the chaplain goes off with our letters before the fight, you may have to wait a few days before hearing from me. Tell George that that small note of Brayton & Co., is for Philip Church to pay. Have him see Phil about it. Tell him to go to Albany and see about that other matter. We sent a deed for 700 that should at least have been paid…

29th. 7 o’clock a.m. My horse is g—there he jerked my arm—grazing. Boy take my horse. Thank you—on the south bank of the Rappahannock. Three Army Cops. Slocum in command. Hooker came up last night and gave him command. Here we are 60,000 in good troops as ever strapped on knapsack.


Letter 26

April 30th 1863

I was interrupted yesterday by order to fall in. The chaplain cannot get back so I may as well continue my letter. Soon after I closed yesterday we heard a few guns up the river. We marched on the Culpeper Road about three miles having a little skirmishing and killing a few men and taking a few prisoners—five or six prisoners. We turned off from the Culpeper road and took a ridge road direct for Fredericksburg. This you see makes it necessary for us to cross the Rapidan.

A little after one, our scouts discovered secesh building a bridge (with they had finished it). They opened upon our men and we had a little fight. They were perfectly surprised. We took some 70 prisoners and crossed the river, wading to our waists, and encamped on ground never before occupied by our troops. We are now fairly in for it. We must ship or be whipped before our eight days rations are out.

Yesterday was a great days work. We crossed with a great army n=both the formidable obstacles on this route to Richmond.

May 1, bivouac 7 miles from Frederick[sburg]

We came upon the enemy here about 3 p.m. yesterday where they were throwing up entrenchments. We surprised and captured from 10 to 1500 without any fighting. We have had a quiet night. Our cattle got up and were butchered and we are this morning luxuriating on fresh beef. Have been enveloped in a dense fog all the morning but now, 8 o’clock, the sun is out bright and warm and we are waiting for the ball to open. If it don’t begin soon, I shall think the enemy has fallen back. If Hooker lets them slip through his fingers after the admirable strategy he has thus far shown, I shall be greatly disappointed.

Eugene is now serving as a volunteer and on Slocum’s staff. He might have gone home but preferred to stay. Indeed, I could not get him away. We lay now in line of battle. Our coups on the right. Gen. Williams in command of corps, Ruger of division, & Col. Colgrove of brigade.

We, as at Antietam, support a battery—the same battery too, rather more skillfully arranged for a support I think than before. The chaplain is leaving. The telegraph will give you more glorious news before this reaches you. Your husband, — A. S. Diven


The following letter from a soldier in the 107th New York Regiment was printed in a period paper:

LETTER FROM 107th REGIMENT.
Camp 107th Regiment N. Y. Vols. near Falmouth, Va., May 12, ’63.

“Since our arrival at this place, several resignations have been tendered by our Officers, and two of them, Col. ALEXANDER S. DIVEN, and Adj’t HULL FANTON, have received honorable discharges from the Service. Of Col. DIVEN, I cannot speak in language too warm, of his connection with our Regiment. He assumed the command on Maryland Heights, at the time, the darkest in its history, when disease and death was everywhere in the camp, and by his untiring energy and zeal in behalf of our suffering Regiment, we owe our present welfare and position. Strictly speaking, Col. DIVEN never made pretensions as a strict military tactician, and, yet, such a person as he proved himself to be, is needed in every regiment. To the 107th, he was emphatically “the “Father of the Regiment,” always looking to its welfare, always ministering to its wants, always attentive to its requirements. At the battle of Chancellorsville, Col. DIVEN proved himself to be a brave man, and in the thickest of the fight he did not leave his Regiment, but encouraged and animated the men by his example. Unaided by his field and staff, and assisted by Col. COLGROVE, of the 27th Indiana, his Regiment stood manfully by him, and would have followed these brave Commanders even to the jaws of death. Col. DIVEN leaves us with the respect, and heartfelt wishes of the Reg’t for his future happiness and welfare, and he will ever have a place in the hearts of his old command.”

1863: Asa Brownell to his Sister

I could not find an image of Asa but here is one of John D. M. VanVleet, of Co. H, 107th New York Infantry (AI generated from tintype)

Asa Brownell (1833-1918) was 29 years old when he enlisted on 28 July 1862 at Addison to serve three years in Co. F, 107th New York Infantry (the “Campbell Guards”). He mustered in as a corporal. During the Battle of Antietam when the 107th New York advanced with Mansfield’s 12th Corps through Miller’s Cornfield mid-morning, Asa received a gunshot wound and was sent to hospitals in New York City and Philadelphia to be treated before returning to the ranks in 1863. He mustered out as a corporal on 28 July 1865 at Elmira, N. Y. His military records suggest that he stood 5 feet 8 inches tall, had grey eyes, dark hair, and was a farmer by occupation.

For riveting accounts of the 107th New York at Antietam written by members of the regiment shortly after the battle, go to 1862: William Graham to Libbie Graham and 1862: William E. Vanauken to his Family, both previously transcribed and published by Spared & Shared.

In the 1860 US Census, Asa was enumerated in Woodhull, Steuben county, New York, in the residence of James Brownell (b. 1787) and his wife, Lois Bancroft (1794-1876). It isn’t clear whether these were his parents or grandparents.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Camp 107th N. Y. Vols
Wartrace Creek, Tennessee
November 11th 1863

Dear Sister,

It is with usual pleasure that I improve these leisure moments in writing a few lines to you. Yours of the 1st of November reached me in safety night before last and was heartily welcome as all your letters are. I was very glad to get some stamps for I had used the last one that I had and had been obliged to borrow some. Your letter found me well and this leaves me in the enjoyment of a good degree of health.

The last letter which I wrote you, I believe it was written at Fosterville at which place we stayed six days—just long enough to get some fireplaces in the board shanties which were already put up there, but Thursday morning we left our shanties and with our furniture, bedding, and provisions on back, started out into the world to seek us another home. But as good luck would have it, we did not have to go but about 8 miles and had it not been for the rain which fell all the time, it would not have been a bad trip. We travelled on the railroad all the way and got here a little after noon. There had been five companies of the 13th N. J. here and they had some poor excuses for board shanties which we stayed in until Saturday when we had orders to move camp in order to get on drier ground. And since that time, the most of the boys with the exception of a few who put up their board shanties again, have been busy getting up good log shanties. Mine is nearly finished now except the fireplace and I guess my tent mates will get that started today. I am on picket so that I cannot work at [it] myself.

You think we are beyond the reach of cold weather. It is not so although I presume it is not so cold here as it is in York State. Yet we ave some very cold nights here although the days are mostly warm. I am very much [ ] in the appearance of the Southern States. The people here seem to be at least fifty years behind in arts, science, literature, and everything that goes to make up an enlightened people. Occasionally one will find a person who has either been [born] and bred at the North or else received their education at some northern school and the class of people very different from those—especially the poorer class who have been born and bred at the South. But I see that I am getting my sheet full so I will close. Write often. From one who is proud to call you sister, — A. B.

1862: Charles E. Potter to Mary (Warren) Potter

I could not find an image of Charles but here is one of Dexter Berry, Co. I, 107th New York Infantry (Photo Sleuth)

The following letter was written by Charles E. Potter (1834-1904) who served in Co. H, 107th New York Infantry. Charles was married to Mary S. Warren (1834-1894) and residing in Hector, Schuyler county, New York, at the time of the 1860 US Census. He was employed as a carpenter. His son, Lyman, was two years old.

According to muster rolls, Charles enlisted on 29 July 1862 as a private; was promoted to corporal not long after, and was promoted to sergeant in March 1863. He was discharged from the service in mid-June 1865.

Charles’ letter refers to the Battle of 2nd Bull Run which was fought between 28 August and 30 August, 1862, in Prince William county, Virginia.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Fort Lyon (Washington D. C. Defenses]
August 28, 1862

My Dear Companion,

All is quiet in our camp as usual this morning. There was quite an excitement in camp last night. Some of the officers told us that the Rebs was coming and that we had got to fight. They done it to try the men, I expect. There was a bright light seen during the night. It is thought that it was burned by the rebels. I am going on guard at one o’clock today for the first time. We go on two hours and off four, for 24 hours. I had as soon be on guard as not.

I sent a letter to George Burritt this morning. I neglected to state the other time I wrote that there was a man arrested here Sunday on suspicion of intention of poisoning the well and was found with poison in his pockets. What will be done with him, I cannot tell. The wells and springs are guarded very close now.

I have not heard from Mother since I left. I spoke about sending me a box in my last letter. Mark Smith has gone home. He lives at Wayne. He is our Captain’s 1 waiter. He is coming back in 8 or 10 days. He said that he might perhaps go to Burdett before he came back. If so, he would fetch me some things. I would like to have some summer savory, a little dried fruit, a paper of salaretin, and what[ever] else you had a mind to send. If you send any fruit, send it before it is soft so that it will not rot or bruise. Get some soft pine shavings and pack them in. A dozen onions and some tomatoes would not come bad. Don’t send me any clothing yet.

I have not got my month’s pay yet. I don’t think that is paying in advance very much. You will get 10 dollars of it. You need not tell folks how much I send. I don’t blame boys for spending a considerable money. I presume I would do it if I was a single man. There is everything to tempt a fellow—peaches, watermelons, cakes, pies, and a hundred other things of like character.

Mary, I want you to write to me once a week anyhow and tell me all about matters and things that you think I would like to hear. I have not got but one from you yet. I guess I will bring my letter to a close. Tell Lyman to be a good boy, feed the chickens, eat bread, and not run away. This I send you is a sprig of holly I plucked from a bush in our camp. Goodbye Mary and Lyman. — C. E. Potter

August 29th. Half past six in the morning. Good morning Mary. I thought I would write a little to you this morning before I have to mount guard again. I have to go on at 7 and come off at 9 and then I am through till my turn comes again. I presume there is 75 thousand troops within a mile and a half of here. McClellan’s army has fell back to this vicinity and Pope’s army is retreating and the Rebels following. They want to draw the Rebels out of their hiding places. McClellan’s army is a going to march today, I expect, to join Pope and give the Rebels what they deserve.

I expected a letter from you last night certain but I was disappointed. I want you to write often. Has Al Coon paid you that $1.50 for that cradle scythe? Has Tom Van Dorn paid you yet? How does father pay up? Write me all these particulars and oblige your friend and companion, — Charles


1 The Captain of Co. H, 107th New York Infantry at the time was Erastus C. Clark. He was wounded in action at Antietam on 17 September 1862 and discharged for disability a couple months later.

1862: William N. Horton to Friend Chloe

The following letter was written by William (“Will”) N. Horton (1842-1864) who enlisted at Elmira on 11 August 1862 to serve three years as a private in Co. K, 107th New York Infantry. He was promoted to a corporal in October 1863 and was killed in action on 25 May 1864 near Dallas, Georgia.

I could not find an image of Will but here is a cdv of Allen N. Sill who served as Captain of Co. K. (Photo Sleuth)

The 107th New York was recruited in the counties of Chemung, Schuyler and Steuben, New York.  It was noted for its efficiency and discipline, for being the first regiment from the North organized under the second call, and the first to arrive at Washington, in acknowledgment of which it received a banner from the state and a personal visit from the president. The regiment was stationed for a month in Washington D. C.—when this letter was written—before it was sent with Mansfield’s 12th Corps to Sharpsburg, Maryland, where its members tasted gunpowder for the first time. They later participated at Chancellorsville and Gettysburg before being sent to Tennessee to reinforce Rosecrans’ army and become a part of Sherman’s Atlanta Campaign.

Will was the oldest son of Dr. Thomas Hyatt Horton (b. 1819) and Laura Ann Torrance (b. 1819) of Addison, Steuben county, New York.

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Patriotic stationery used by Will Horton

Camp Seward, Virginia
August 31st 1862

Much respected friend,

I thought I would write again and see if you would answer this letter. I have written quite a number of letters and I have not received a letter yet but I live in hopes that you have not forgotten me yet.

We are encamped at Arlington where we was when I first wrote. We have been encamped at Fort Lyons near Alexandria but they thought that the rebels was liked to come there so we had orders to march back in the rear. But they did not come for they had all they could tend to at Manassas and a little more. There was a great battle at Bull Run yesterday. Pope took 16,000 men prisoners. I have not heard what their loss was in killed and wounded. Our loss in killed and wounded was 8,000. They brought 12,000 prisoners in[to] Washington yesterday. We could hear the roar of the cannons very plain here. The orders was last night was that every man must have forty rounds of cartridges and be ready to march at a moment’s warning.

I have not been homesick but once and then I was sick. Time flies away very fast. I cannot hardly tell when Sunday comes but it seems quite a while since I parted with you. I would like to come up there tonight and see you but that is out of the question for I am down here in Dixie Land. But I hope that it won’t be many months before I shall be with you.

Chloe, you must excuse my bad writing for I have not got a very convenient place to write on. I have got an old box to write on, but soldiers have to take up with soldier’s fare. Chloe, write as soon as you get this and I will do the same. No more at present. So goodbye. From your Will

P. S. I will give you the direction again so if you do not get them you will know where to direct to.

William N. Horton
Co. K, 107th New York State Volunteers
Capt. [Allen N.] Sill

All our joys my soul remembered
How like quivering flames they start
When I feel the living embers
On the hearthstone of my heart 1

1 These lines are from a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow called “To the River Charles.” It wasn’t published in his “Complete Works” until 1866.

1862: William E. Vanauken to his Family

This incredible letter was written by William E. Vanauken, the son of John Vanauken (1810-1856) and Emmaleta Vredenburg (1804-1862) of Chemung county, New York. William enlisted at the age of 21 as a private in Co. D, 107th New York Infantry (the “Campbell Guards”) on 7 August 1862. At the time of his enlistment he was described as standing 5′ 7″ tall, with blue eyes and brown hair. He was promoted to a corporal sometime prior to 10 April 1863 and made sergeant on 5 March 1864. Unfortunately, William himself died in a similar fashion to what he described in the present letter at Dallas, Georgia, on 25 May 1864.

William’s Headstone in Marietta National Cemetery misspelled “Nanauken”

In his letter, William describes the maelstrom the 107th New York found itself in on the morning of 17 September 1862 near Miller’s Cornfield and the East Woods on the Antietam Battlefield. After making their advance, the yet untested regiment soon found itself hunkered down behind a fence on the Smoketown Road near Mumma’s Lane. Across the clearing before them, through the dense smoke of battle, they could just barely make out the Dunker Church and the West Woods beyond. On the right before them was Monroe’s Battery and to the left was Owen’s Battery, both under heavy fire from Rebel cannoneers. And when their right flank was threatened, the regiment was order to change front to meet the new attack, only to find themselves soon afterward prostrate again between two rows of Union artillery, every cannon belching out fire and canister as fast as it could be loaded.  For four hours, the regiment lay pinned to the ground between the rows of artillery, one member of the regiment [Newton T. Colby] telling his father he “tried to get as thin as possible and felt somewhat like a pancake.”

Not all of the boys in the 107th performed as well as they thought they would under fire according to Willie Graham of Co. B. “I honestly think we have a great many cowards in our regiment. We have got a great many of the village loafers and whiskey soakers—great braggarts—swearing what they would do when they got there [on the battlefield] and when we did get there, them very boys was taken sick or skulking behind straw stacks.” [see 1862: William Graham to Libbie Graham]

[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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Camp Third [Brigade] 1
September 27, 1862

Dear Brother and Sister,

I got your letter and was glad to hear from you. We are at Harper’s Ferry now. We are both well. Frank is reading your letter now. I have not seen Frank Vredenburg 2 since he was wounded. He is wounded in the hand. We are up on the hill a half a mile away from Harper’s Ferry. We can see the little village all the time. We went down to the Potomac this afternoon and went in a swimming and washed our clothes. We had a good time. When I got back, the mail had come in and there was jumping to get our letters.

Here is where John Brown was hung. The rebels was here and burnt the bridges to Harper’s Ferry. The engineer company has been here building bridges.

I am writing by candle light and I can’t half see. You need not be alarmed about the rebels coming up there for we give them one of the finest dressings that they ever had. The most of the talk now is that we have got them whipped now. They are a hard-looking set. Ez, I saw a good many of them giving their last prayer to God. I saw them gasp their last breath.

They had a battle here before we came and there was a [Union] General give up his men 3 and he is arrested now for it. That is when they burnt the bridge.

Ez, I went over the battleground the 3[rd] day and they was not half buried yet and they had all turned black. You could not have told your own brother if you had seen him. They reckoned that we killed two to one At any rate, I saw 40 of them in one place where our men had made a charge and there was only 5 of our men was killed there. That was an awful day. I was nervous to get into the fight but I would give my old hat and boots if I had been out of it. I tell you that it’s bad to see your companions dropping on every side of you.

When I first went in, the first thing that I saw was a shell come over my head and went about 6 rods beyond me and hit the ground and bursted and tore one boy’s leg off close to his body and tore one side off his head. He was the worst looking sight that anybody ever saw. I stepped over a good many dead bodies, some with their brains shot out and some with their legs shot off and such cries you never heard. Some of our boys [were] hollering, “Go in boys and kill the sons of bitches!” Horses was killed—lots of them. We saw one man with his horse. He was riding him and there come a shell and cut him in two and the horse ran away with his hind quarters on his back riding him as though he was alive and that looked hard. Ez, you can’t imagine nothing about it.

You must tell Bill Rockwell that Frank is wounded. I wrote a letter to Richard day before yesterday and two yesterday—one to Chloe and one to George Stanley. And tonight I got three letters—one from Richard and one from Emma Crandall. I will write a little more in the morning and let him know that I got his letter. I will write to Em in the morning so I will put them all together. That will be 5 letters. The mail goes out at 1 o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Frank got a letter from Rachel tonight. He is reading a newspaper now. Tell Jim he must take good care of the old fiddle. Rachel, kiss the children for me. This is all from your affectionate brother, — William Vanauken.

I heard that Melissa Crandall was married. I want you to write as soon as you get this. Goodbye. All my love to all of you.


1 I can’t be certain that I have transcribed the name of the camp correctly. It may have been “Third” Brigade, XII Corps, as that is the unit the 107th was part of at the time. After the Battle of Antietam, the 107th New York, 13th New Jersey, and the rest of the Third Brigade went into camp across the Potomac from Harpers Ferry on Maryland Heights, where they occupied a piece of farmland on a plateau on the west side of the ridge. They did not see action again until Chancellorsville.

2 Francis (“Frank”) D. Vredenburgh was 21 years old when he enlisted with William at Elmira in Co. D, 107th New York Infantry. Muster rolls indicate that he “deserted, no date, from hospital.” Frank was a cousin of William’s.

3 William is probably referring to Union General Dixon Stansbury Miles (1804-1862) who surrendered Harper’s Ferry to Stonewall Jackson’s men on 15 September 1862 giving up almost 12,500 prisoners. Miles was mortally wounded after calling for a ceasefire so probably avoided being cashiered. A commission was subsequently tasked to investigate the fiasco and concluded that Miles was probably a traitor and one or more subordinates were found at fault as well.