Letter from Henry, dated 1863-10-11

USA Gen'l Hospital Burlington, Vermont. Oct. 11th 1863.

Esteemed Friend:

Your kind letter found me in a slight afflication of which you have probably heard from my letter to Mary. I recovered from that, but was immediately taken down by another larger and more painful the other. I have been confined to my room for several days and most of the time have not left my bed. I am now recovering from this but slowly, as it was a large one and left a large opening. I am in hopes to be about again soon. The bone remains [underline]in statis quo[/underline]. When will all this end is now an anxious question with me. It seems that I have not sufferred enough in

the long weary months that have passed since I was wounded. There must be an end somewhere. Pain, and toil, sorrow and anguish must sometime cease.

"On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet field of Eden, There is [underline]rest[/underline] for the [underline]weary[/underline], There is rest for [underline]you[/underline]."

Chastening is necessary to fit us to enjoy that rest, and chastening to be effectual must be submitted to without a murmur. We must kiss the rod that scourges us.

I cannot write much more. It is nearly time for the mail to close. If this don't go till tomorrow it will not reach you till Monday.

Mary's letter is received. I have not head from Millie since I wrote her.

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The mail carrier has come and I must close.

I will write more when I get better.

Your Friend

Henry .