9th (September 1863) Day of seperation come at last; we hope our parting will not be a long one. All the forenoon poor little Soph worked vigorously driving away thought and showing a pleasant, smiling countenance, till the effort fairly paled her cheek. My heart was wrung with anguish at the thought of parting. We dined (yesterday was the first day we have kept house since I left her over two years ago, with our little darling in her arms) the tears welling up to my eyes continually and after dinner I went out to get a few small items, came back, she was still hurrying to get my things ready, a little sadder, a little paler but still she hurried till she finished her work about an hour before I had to leave then she closed the doors, fastened them and came and throwing herself into my arms, burst into convulsive tears and I joined her. Oh! What a sweet relief! May I never live to see the time when my tears will not flow at parting with so dear a wife as mine. We knelt and prayed an ardent fervent prayer and such a sweet sense of relief I have hardly ever before experienced. I felt that my prayer was answered. A short time after, George Whiting came for my things and we parted with great composure. I became again quite unmanned when I bade dear Leve good bye and kissed dear little Aggie at the depot in Kingston. Saw in the paper, rebel news, that Morris Island was completely in our possession. Got upon the boat and met with Acting Master Nickerson, of the Itaska, lately from New Orleans.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 16:35:24 +0000
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