The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few
days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel
impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more….
…Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to
you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break…
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you
come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have
enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes
the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved
together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us…
… my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my
last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name…
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit
unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day
and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -
always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my
breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit
passing by…
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for
thee, for we shall meet again.
Sullivan