May 24.— To-day has seemed to me more like Sunday than any other Sunday that I have spent in the army. I heard some men singing a psalm tune early this morning, which made me think of home, etc. Such thoughts, however, are too agreeable to be indulged in out here. I rode over to the Engineer Brigade in the morning, and from there went to Falmouth. Saw Perkins at the Engineer Brigade quarters, and found that he was going off to his regiment. Buzzby[1] was in Washington. The day was misty, and mizzly, and disagreeable. James came back from Washington with our mess things.
[1] General Benham, I believe.
