September 29th, 1863.—This is Mother’s birthday and the house is full of friends who have come to show their love for her. She is just the daintiest little lady in all the land and she is so gracious to everybody; it makes no difference who it is, and I believe that is one reason so many people love her. Father thinks she is perfect and he does not countenance the least disobedience to her wishes.
Some wounded men from the west came on the train to Tallahassee yesterday, only a few, however, and there is plenty of room in the hospital, so Dr. Geddings did not send any out to Father; if more come he will send them.
