Camp Hayes, Raleigh, Virginia, April 6, 1862.
Dearest : — . . . We are to move southward this week. You will not hear from me so often as heretofore. At any rate, you will get shorter letters — none but the shortest; but you will feel and know that I am loving you as dearly as ever, and think of you and the dear boys with so much affectionate sympathy.
The poor Lippetts! How sad! I did not doubt it. A man who always spends more than he earns is on the downward road. I advised him to go into the army, but he said his family would not listen to it. Far better to be in the place of Mrs. Whitcomb and child. Pshaw! it is absurd to make the comparison. After the sharpness of the first grief is over, its bitterness will be mixed with a just pride that in time will be a gratification rather. Children would be sure to so regard it.
Corwine married to a girl of twenty-two! Joe tells a story of a Lexington gate-keeper’s remark to General Coombs about his marriage: “Men must have been scarce where she comes from.”
Affectionately ever,
R.
Mrs. Hayes.
