To Mrs. Lyon.
Tuesday, Nov. 18, 1862.—I will scratch off a few lines, especially as it is our wedding anniversary. I presume you have celebrated it in due form by a gathering of the family, and I know your heart fondly whispers, ‘I wish he were here.’ I have commemorated the day by thinking over, as I often do, our married life and the almost unalloyed happiness we have enjoyed, and in anticipating the future and still greater happiness which I believe is in store for us.
