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March 12, 1865 pg 6
A very warm, kind friend of mine, Capt Benir, formerly of our staff, has just come to visit me at my hotel and to dine with me and Geo. Gorham today. The Captain knows you by reputation -- for I often talk to my good friends of those I love. To entertain him, I must bring this hap-hazard writing to an end.
In all earnestness Nelly -- Pray for me -- for I need your good, pure intercession in my behalf. Think of me darling as him who loves you better than any being on Earth and whose deepest hope and desire is to be your nearest and dearest friend. Give my
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love to Lue and remember me to Henry Rust — not forgetting me to your Brothers when you write. Dont forget to write to me in time for the mail of the 23d and be sure and endorse your letter Per Steamer. Kiss Hattie and Emma for me. God bless and preserve you.
Accept much love from yours
Very affectionately Henry R. Mighels
To Miss Nellie Verrill Norway Maine
[in margin]: P.S. Remember me to Augusta and Abner. Tell Lue I will write to her from the steamer.
March 12, 1865 envelope
[Postmark] MAR 12
Miss Nellie L. Verrill
Norway Village
Maine
[in pencil: Mar 12 1865]
March 29, 1865 pg 1
On board SS St Louis At Sea March 29th 1865,
Dear Nellie:
We are just nearing Acapulco, and I write now so as not to be cramped for time when we get there, for of course I shall go on shore to see the Senoritas and get a good Mexican dinner. Acapulco is the half way station for the Pacific Steam Ships. They get coals there; and the passengers get gorged with oranges and bannanas and suffer gentle swindles from the swarthy children of the Aztecs. Acapulco is, just now, free from French rule - or rather is not held as a part of "the Empire" under Mr Maximillian. Mexican Misrule
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lives and flourishes there under the benign influence of the Juarez faction.
We have gained much in point of comfort by our exchange of steamers. This ship is neat and tidy; the officers gentlemen; the servants attentive. And then we are sailing over the calm peaceful Pacific in place of the boisterous Alantic. Our cruise has been over a sea as smooth as the Norway pond, from Panama, up. Gentle breezes waft away the tropical heat, and our motley company, no longer afflicted with inverted stomachs are happily and cheerfully disposed about the shady places of the decks. To speak after the manner of the scholastic, we are basking in the luxuriance of a delightful
