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Augusta: William F. Brand to Amanda C. Armentrout, April 30, 1863

Summary:
William writes to Kate regarding who he has learned is engaged, when he plans to see her next, and his good health. He concludes with a short poem to her.


Steeles Tavern
Va
April 29
Miss Kate Armentrout
Greenville
Augusta County
Virginia Steeles Tavern

April 30th 1863

At Home

Dear Friend

I have dipped my pen in fluid for the purpose of dropping you a few lines. My health is remarkably good. I think work agrees with me for I am getting fatter every day. Well I declare I do not know what to write to interest you. I was out to see George Britten last Sabbath. He is looking very badly. He says he will not be able to return to camp before May cherries get ripe Miss Lizzie Brown was there. It was the first time I have been in her company for the last four year; She is a very nice lady. George & her are engaged I think I told George that I would be ashamed to come home & let the ladies see me looking as badly as he does All the girls told me to give you their respects I told them I would in a day or two. Miss Kate B. came just as I was getting on my horse to leave. If I had known she was coming I would have

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stayed a few minutes longer I stopped at Burkes Kate as usual had the blues. I will be down friday evening or early Saturday morning to take you to Staunton, if the weather will permit & providence agreeing, you must be sure to go for I think it will be a pleasant trip to me at any event It is now noon & Tom is telling me it is time for to go to the corn field I am scoring out corn ground I hope this may find you enjoying good health I will give you a verse or two of poetry & close.
Thou shalt not, O my love.
Ever hear my voice in rage
I will bear all thy anguish wild,
Thy grief -- thy pain;
My arms shall be around thee day by day,
My smiles shall cheer [added: thee] on thy homeward way.
Watching beside thy bed,
In sorrow thou shalt lean on me,
Thy aching head;
In every struggle thou shalt conquer prove
For death itself shall only us ever part

from your true friend

Willie



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