March 17, 1865 pg 5

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March 17, 1865 pg 5

that pleasure. The Col. has come
back, and shone resplendent last
evening -- perhaps from contrast with
the weather, which has been indulg-
ing in a "spell" for the last week,
during which time we have had
but one pleasant afternoon, and as
Ive improved that by taking a ride,
I secretly wished that "my Captain
with-out-the whiskers" were near
enough to "take a sly glance at me",
the result of said glance being left
to the imagination.

When you write me from California
please describe your surroundings and
the routine of your life that I may
know just where to find you when
in my thoughts I make the journey
to your distant home, -- now I can
only think of you, "Through the
midnight sailing, sailing, Listening
to the wild winds wailing, and the

[left margin:]
goes California ward. Don't flatter yourself that the prism is very large
with this friendly caution -- don't trust me too much, -- I subscribe myself
as ever
Nellie L

March 17, 1865 pg 5

that pleasure. The Col. has come
back, and shone resplendent last
evening -- perhaps from contrast with
the weather, which has been indulg-
ing in a "spell" for the last week,
during which time we have had
but one pleasant afternoon, and as
Ive improved that by taking a ride,
I secretly wished that "my Captain
with-out-the whiskers" were near
enough to "take a sly glance at me",
the result of said glance being left
to the imagination.

When you write me from California
please describe your surroundings and
the routine of your life that I may
know just where to find you when
in my thoughts I make the journey
to your distant home, -- now I can
only think of you, "Through the
midnight sailing, sailing, Listening
to the wild winds wailing, and she

[left margin:]
goes California ward. Don't flatter yourself that the prism is very large
with this friendly caution -- don't trust me too much, -- I subscribe myself
as ever
Nellie L