January 1, 1864.—A bitter cold day. The sun is shining as brilliantly as if there never had been a cloud to vail its glory. I trust it is ominous of the coming year, and that the clouds overhanging our national horizon may soon vanish forever.
“The cause of truth and human weal,
O God above!
Transfer it from the sword’s appeal
To peace and love.”
Mr. Sparks, who suffered so much from his wound after walking about, has had his leg amputated. He seems a great deal better, and does not now suffer so much.
