Jane Eliza Newton Woolsey to her daughter.
July 3, ’62.
My dear Eliza: What times you are living through! in the very midst, too, of everything as you are !—and how dark, very dark, it all looks to us this morning as we read the last “reliable ” accounts from the army before Richmond! Think of six days’ continuous fighting. When I looked over the list of horrors, my first thought and exclamation was, “just think what Joe has been spared!” I really look upon his “slight wound” as the greatest blessing which could have happened to us all, and I am thankful for it. It may have been the means of saving his life. Abby is writing you, but I put in my own words of tender love and sympathy. . . . I rejoice that Charley is at hand with you.
