Augusta: Robert Yates Ramsey to Unknown, August 31, 1864
Summary:
Ramsey writes to an unidentified friend from a hospital, apologizing for some action which he
believes has wounded their relationship. He discusses a few military campaigns and considers
joining Mosby's famed Rangers after his recovery.
Wednesday August 31st 1864
Staunton
My Dear Friend
To have the honor of being a correspondent of yours, would be a privilege, which, I feel
assured, would afford me a vast amount of enjoyment. But since our last meeting, (on the 25th last,) I have been led to believe that you then anticipated but little
real enjoyment, or satisfaction, from a correspondence with us being
so unworthy of being so highly honored For this reason I feel a considerable delicacy in
writing, and indeed the thought of not writing at all, forced itself upon me, so powerfully, that for a time, that it had well nigh gained the day. If
it be true that you cherish such thoughts [and it may be, that they are only too true] [deleted: But] I think it
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nothing more, or less, than your duty, (and
certainly no harm) to inform me of the fact. I censure no [illeg.] for speaking the
truth, thought it be at my expense. It is only that we may fairly understand each other that I
write to you now. I know that you are uncertain, as to whether I will write or not; but I think
I hear you say you give yourself but little concern about it. Very well: that is alright speak it out boldly; and I assure you, we shall soon understand
each other. It is far from being my desire to prolong a correspondence, which would be far from
satisfying to you. And I hope you will pardon me, if [added: I] say
it was to obtain definate information, in regard to this correspondence that caused me to make
that very inappropriate demonstration, on the (ever-memorable)
morning (to me) of the 25th of August. But let me ask you to pity me,
when I confess that I was
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met by a force, so irresistible that I was Gallently
repulsed, and obliged to retreat somewhat in disorder, and doubtless, leaving behind the
wounded; and without gaining the desired information period. But I sincerely hope that there
were no wounded, at least, none that were more severely wounded than I was:
[unclear: just] remember if I was wounded, it matters not: I censure no one but myself for it. But please pardon me talking this nonsense. I know [deleted: the]if you are looking for a letter from me, you are not expecting it to be
made up, of this sort of material. - Probably I am [added: doing]
wrong by expressing my thoughts in this way - I am naturally of a
rebellious nature; and these may only be rebellious thoughts that
have been forced upon me; and have no foundation: I hope that this is all. I cannot blame [deleted: a] persons for ceasing to bestow his affections upon anyone whom [deleted: they]
[added:
[deleted: he]
]
[added: they] cannot like.
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I [illeg.] no hard
feelings towards you. [unclear: But] on the [illeg.]
[illeg.] they are [unclear: warm], and [unclear: gregarious].
But, allow me, (in conclusion, on this subject,) to say that though this correspondence may cease to exist; yet our relations towards each other, as true friends shall never cease. It is not my intention to wound your feelings by and of these absurd expressions; - to touch the tender cords of your generous heart, would be an experiment, which I have no particular fancy and which I dare not attempt. I am declared here as a patient only, in the hospital, and do not dislike it as much as I had expected though it is rather lonesome to me, as I am not acquainted about here. I spend my time in walking and sitting about the streets, when I have no reading, writing, or other duties to claim my attention. I [unclear: intent] to appear again before the board as soon as it meets in our ward, if I can get a recommendation from the ward surgeon.
I guess we have no news except what you will have heard before this reaches you. Rumor says that Early has had a fight, and whipped the Yankees badly, and captured - - - prisoner[unclear: s] four or five hundred, and they say he is now at Bushers hill twelve miles below Winchester Lee, (I am glad to hear) has captured two thousand prisoners, and nine pieces of artillery, but the yanks still hold the Weldon railroad.
I had the wholesome pleasure of listening to two sermons last sunday; - and of drinking in
the ward, or of "feeding upon the sincere [unclear: milds] of the word", as preached
from the pulpit, of the Episcopal Church. - Excellent sermons; but not to be compared with that
delivered by Mr. Preston, at Rocky Spring If possible, I
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would be glad to hear from you soon. A letter from a friend is always welcome by me, and never
rejected - - direct to the care of Woods & Gilkeson
yours truly
Yates Ramsey
September 1st
P.S.
As I did not get this sent off yesterday, I will add a line, to say that I did not succeed in
getting another leave of absence, but have improved so fast, that they consider me fit for
duty, and I will start for the command tomorrow morning. There are some wounded coming in from
down the Valley; and among those who came in this morning, was Colonel
William L. Jackson. He has a right bad wound - look pretty [deleted: ] It is reported that what few men are left of the 25th
Regiment have got permission to go to other commands, until the
prisoners shall be exchanged. But I think it hardly
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probable that he would give them that privilege. In case it be true, I guess I
will have to flank a horse and try and share some of the glorious reputation, attached to the
47th battalion
Should you think to confer upon me the honor, of receiving a letter from your hand
please direct to Company "D." 25 Virginia
Infantry: Jones's brigade Gordon's Division; and to the care of Captain
G. C. Merrill.
And now, as I am again banished from the gayeties, and pleasures of home scenery, and
the associations attached thereto; and called upon to behold more lively scenes, in the field
of activity, and strife, there to receive my dues in the way of suffering; you will allow me
to close this very unwholesome epistle, by saying to you,
Farewell.
Yours Robert Yates