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I cross the long Bridge but if I can not get a chance, I hope you will write whenever convient Give my

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

& surgery, instead of being racked through the long journey up here—still may come in here—Mother, my

those terrible long lists—Still there is a sufficient sprinkling of deeply distressing cases—I find my

I lost nearly half of my Co. but we won the fight . . .

I lost nearly half of my Co but we won the fight and the rebel loss was pretty heavy.

We have had the best of the fighting so far and its my opinion that Genl Grant has got Lee in a pretty

Washington May 18 1864 Dearest Mother, I will only write you a hasty note this time, as I am pretty tired, & my

Did you send my last letter to Han?

I lost one man killed and two wounded in my Co out of 11 that I took in the fight.

Give my love to all G W Whitman George Washington Whitman to Louisa Van Velsor Whitman, 20 May 1864

Walt recorded in his diary for May 9, 1865, that Captain Samuel Pooley (see George Whitman's letter to

appeal very strongly—(I sometimes think only one going among the men as I do, with personal feeling & my

I said, What is it, my dear, do you want any thing?

Richmond— Walt— Jeff, of course you must take this up to mother soon as you go home—Jeff, I have changed my

51st—George's letter to me of 16th I sent to Han—should like to see Mr Worthen if he comes here—give my

remembrance to Mr Lane I have writ to George several times in hopes one at least may reach him—Matty, my

In addition, he altered phraseology: "What is it, my dear" became "What is it, my boy?"

like to hear about the poor young men, after I have once begun to mention them—Mother, I have changed my

house was sold & the old lady I hired the room from had to move out & give the owner possession—I like my

new quarters pretty well—I have a room to myself, 3d story hall bedroom, I have my meals in the house

all—I will surely have to come home as soon as this Richmond campaign is decided—then I want to print my

feel in health these days, dear mother—I hope you are well & in good heart yet—I remain pretty well, my

saw him this morning—I am still around among wounded same, but will not make you feel blue by filling my

neglected again to send him word—I have not heard from home now in some days—I am going to put up a lot of my

Excuse all mistakes an Bad Writing Also Excuse mi shoart letter this tim an i will try and Do Better in my

Department What has become of Mr OConnors People are they still in washington if they are give them my

you will I shall be very much obliged If this letter gets to you and I receive an ans I will send you my

his "head feels disagreeable"; In a letter dated May 30, 1864 also to Louisa Whitman, he wrote that "my

Baldwin entered the army at age twenty-nine, became a captain on October 1, 1862, was wounded at Laurel

Mother, I have not felt well at all the last week—I had spells of deathly faintness, and bad trouble in my

—My head was the worst, though I don't know, the faint weak spells were not very pleasant—but I feel

(near 3d st)—it is not a very good place, I don't like it so well as I did cooking my own grub—& the

Dear Friend I once promised to write you & as often as convient So far I have fullfulled my part.

Since my joineing My Regiment It has been nothing but marching & fighting the Johnnys.

The reason of my leaveing was because I could not see to ride or walk.

often as possible Even if it is pencil marks I hope that this may find you enjoying good health Give my

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

a bad place, armory building, where the worst wounds were, & have absorbed too much of the virus in my

ambulances—tell Jeff the $10 from Mr Lane for the soldiers came safe—I shall write to Jeff right away—I send my

there also, but I do not go myself at present—it is probable that the hospital poison has affected my

system, & I find it worse than I calculated—I have spells of faintness & very bad feeling in my head

, fullness & pain—& besides sore throat—my boarding place, 502 Pennsylvania av, is a miserable place,

written to George since—I shall write again to him in a day or two—if Mary comes home tell her I sent her my

S So I concluded to find out by dropping a few lines to you I hope my Dear Uncle that nothing has befallen

On March 5, 1875, Farwell, who owned a farm in Michigan, wrote: "Walt my dear old Friend how I would

come home for a short time, & pretty soon—(I will try it two or three days yet, though, & if I find my

pretty buissy building rifle pitts, cutting roads and throwing up earthworks &c (I believe I told you in my

know I got home all safe—I do not feel very well yet, but expect to, or begin to, pretty soon—I send my

I think I never in my life felt so wholly blue and unhappy about any one's going away as I did, and have

June 28th [1864] Dear Walt It was my purpose to write to you while home, but ill health prevented me

from fulfilling half my plans.

We have a letter from my brother George, down to 18th inst. he was all safe.

My mother & folks are all well— I rece'd the letter enveloped to me 25th—I sent a line to Wm O'Connor

Ashton with friendship—also to Arnold Johnson with sincere thanks & tell him I am getting well—& give my

You see Mother I have to date my letters yet from near Petersburg instead of from Richmond We are laying

I hold my own first rate and feel about as well as ever I did.

been kept pretty buisy trying to get things straigtened out, but this morning one of our seniour Captains

Give my love to all. George W.

Shall I live to write my Shakespeare book and a score of gorgeous romances?

Rely on me, Walt, for anything you want done here, or anything at all in my power.

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that

Brooklyn Tuesday even'g July 5 1864 My dear friend I have had the misfortune to fall back a little since

same as if written to her—I do not write much, nor do any thing hardly, but keep as quiet as possible—my

physician thinks that time, with the change of locality, & my own latent recuperative power, will make

I intend to move heaven & earth to publish my "Drum-Taps" as soon as I am able to go around.

love—also Ashton—I will write should there be any change in my condition— Good bye for present, my dear

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that

O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My Gott,

take the present time to write a few lines to you to let you know how I am I am very well at presant my

I think I never in my life felt so wholly blue and unhappy about any one's going away as I did and have

One reason that I have not written to you before is that I have been so unhappy I thought my letter would

Our affairs remain as they did when you left, & that is one cause of my delay.

hideous, William forbids my giving any of them away.

Walt that I hope he will come home soon, & see papa, & tell him I send my love to him & a kiss.

Dear Walter, I take my pen in hand as a final resort to find out where you are. as it appears to me it

will stay untill August I get out now most every day untill six oclock but I never see you I have got my

evening as you usd to do at the old Armory but alas I never see your [old] familliar in the threshold of my

Brooklyn July 9 1864 My dear friend I rec'd the letters this afternoon, two in the envelope with a note

I had grown worse, quite a good deal, & I was about making up my mind that I would have to stand a good

seige—but yesterday the current changed, & I felt better all day, & in the afternoon went out riding with my

The doctor to-day tells me my throat is markedly better—In my letter to William I told him I had rec'd

can make them out—As to me, I still believe in Grant, & that we shall get Richmond—we have heard from my

My dear comrade, I have been very sick, and have been brought on home nearly three weeks ago, after being

sick some ten days in Washington—The doctors say my sickness is from having too deeply imbibed poison

into my system from the hospitals—I had spells of deathly faintness, & the disease also attacked my

as soon as I had strength—But I am making too long a story of it—I thought only to write you a line—My

dear comrade, I am now over the worst of it & have been getting better the last three days—my brother

I never think of you but it makes my heart glad to think that I have bin permited to know one so good

I am very anxious to hear something of the whereabouts of my Capt I have written several times and as

and for two or three days many said I could not live but I had a good Doctor and have almost regained my

incursions, no more new developments in the Ginnaty affair, no more detentions by fire or water occur, my

I shall get into New York about an hour later than usual, & put my baggage upon the Stonington Boat to

My dear Friend Your kind letter came to hand yesterday.

I never think of you but it makes my heart glad to think that I have bin permited to know one so good

I have got my leg but I think that I will never be able to walk much on it as my stump is so short but

if I cant I can go on my crutches for they appear to be a part of myself for I have bin on them so long

I have not succeeded in getting a position in any of the Depts yet thoug my M.C. tried quite hard Gov

and now this is my third epistle to you, so I shall claim a word from you when you are able to write.

My sister & Dr. Channing both ask for you with the greatest interest, & Jeannie , Mrs.

Brooklyn Sunday afternoon July 24 1864 My dear friend Since I last wrote to you my illness has been gradually

much the same as usual—I keep pretty old-fashioned hours, rise early, dine at 1, & go to bed before 10—My

head feels clear & comfortable, & my strength has returned almost, but not quite up to what it was.

I rec'd Nelly's letter, I could not get over to New York that afternoon—Nelly, my dear friend, you must

try to bring [it] out myself, stereotype it, & print an edition of 500—I could sell that number by my

The heat is delicious I have a constant bath in my own perspiration.

from the rebel Artillery and the talk is that the men could not be got forward to the second line, but my

I tried my best, to keep the men from falling back, but Capt Sims was killed just at this time so it

Mother I should like very much to have you send me a dozen of my pictures (those you sent to me at Annapolis

Give my love to Mattie and all. Good night G. W.

Wright wrote: "The Command of the Regiment then devolved upon Captain George W.

I am happy to say he discharged the duties of the responsible position to my entire satisfaction, and

My dear Walt: I am enraged and ashamed with myself to have never sent you a word responsive to your letters

It was such rain as we have often seen here from my windows, only this time I saw it all alone.

The rascally Congress taxes me in September fifty dollars in a lump, besides my usual income tax, so

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

My dear Walt: I am enraged and ashamed of myself to have never sent you a word responsive to your letters

It was such rain as we have often seen here from my windows, only this time I saw it all alone.

The rascally Congress taxes me in September fifty dollars in a lump, besides my normal income tax, so

Of the O'Connors, Thomas Jefferson Whitman wrote on June 13, 1863: "I am real glad, my dear Walt, that

Ellen O'Connor related in a letter on November 24, 1863, that the Count had said to her recently: "My

My dear Walt,— Your letter to Wm. of July 24. he forwarded to me in a letter that I got last evening.

Did you like my picture?

You told William you got my letter, so you must have got the picture enclosed.

It was in my first letter—I have sent you three, this is my fourth to you, have you got them all?

Just think, Walt, of my being a lion down here on your account, because it is known that I have the honor

morning but did not & now I am to gow tomorrow morning I guess that they wont put it off anny longer my

Dear Friend I take this time to write to you to let you know how I am I am well at presant my wound is

I received a answer to my first letter stating that you wer at home sick.

I have got my discharge from the Hospitals about 3 weeks ago & am now employed in the Provost Marshall

I had a very pleasant time only I broke my leg just as I got ready to come home & had some little difficulty

in getting home without my cruches I got so I could walk quite well on my leg only last week my stump

there has bin two small pieces of bone come out but I think in a little while I will be ready to wear my

writing to you, and I take the opportunity of sending a few lines in his letter , as a slight token of my

Brooklyn September 11 1864 My dear friend Well I am still home & no event of importance to write you

My illness has passed over, & I go around the same as formerly, only a lingering suspicion of weakness

their having any visitors—So you see I am still in business—Some of the cases are very interesting— My

mother is very well, & the rest the same—We have heard from my brother up to the beginning of this month

is well —We felt pretty gloomy some little time since, as two young men of the 51st N Y, friends of my

John Gibson Wright, captain of the Fifty-first Regiment, reported on August 8, 1864 that, when he had

to relinquish command of the regiment, George "discharged the duties of the responsible position to my

(Wright rose from captain to colonel in the Fifty-first Regiment; he was appointed to the latter position

Captain Samuel H.

all, as there is confusion in the opposition camp—the result of course I do not pretend to foretell— My

to Coney Island—& occasionally a tour through New York life, as of old—last night I was with some of my

I got a letter from Charley Eldridge yesterday—I suppose he is now in Boston—My dear friend, I often

count on our being together again, may be quite soon—meantime good bye & God bless you & I send you my

—O how the rain is pouring down as I write—at the other window sits my mother reading the Sunday Herald—quiet

Mother, give my love to Mattie and the little gals. G. W.

Watersboro Sept 17th Mr Whitman I take the liberty of addressing you at the request of my cousin Milton

among our sick & wounded soldiers, who indeed must feel very grateful to meet with such a friend as my

My cousin seems to be gaining slowly, & his friends does not think him strong enough to return for two