November 1st, 1866.—My dear little friend, my confidential friend of many years, I am telling you goodbye. Whatever the future may bring me of weal or woe will not he recorded. This is MY DAY, my wedding day.
“Happy is the bride that the sun shines on” and from dawn until the evening hour the sun has shone forth in all his splendor. Soon the man of God will come and with him will come “My Soldier in Gray,” and
“I’ll love him more, more,
Than wife e’er did before
Be the clays dark or bright.”
