From Jerome to Allie, November 18, 1862

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From Jerome to Allie, November 18, 1862


Peirce, Jerome
Near Fredericksburg, VA.


From Jerome to Allie


Jerome Peirce


Jerome Peirce Collection, National Park Service


HIST 428 (Spring 2020), University of Mary Washington




NPS, Civil War Study Group, Donald Pfanz (Transcriber)


For educational purposes with no commercial use. Courtesy of National Park Service, Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania NMP, FRSP 16095-16102 (FRSP-00904).


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Letter #37


Fredericksburg, VA.

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Near Fred[e]ricksburg, 18 Nov 1862
My dear Wife,
Just a single word tonight for for [sic] but a few moments remain.
I believe I wrote from “Near the Rappahannock,” (with the last spelt wrong). Well for four days we’ve been “marching along”, for Fredericksburg, and of Course was exceedingly happy to halt quite unexpectedly a little before noon today in a lovely place—woods, and rolling fields—with Gen Burnside’s Quarters in front and Centre, on a knoll, like the platform in our halls.
There is a grand sight here now. Sumner’s [(]late Burnside’s who is now commander in Chief) whole Corps lies hereby mostly in sight, some Twenty-Thousand, and as we left Warrenton Station day before yesterday P.M. it was a grand sight to see them moving over the fields, roads, thro’ the woods, and at every path. it looked like work. Marched about twelve miles a day, (and eighteen, day before yesterday,) besides a smart walk on Sat. This morn the Reivelle [sic] sounded at 3 Oclk, & we were off at half past 5. expecting to go to F. (20 miles), but went into Camp here as mention[e]d[.] the Cause of the Pause, as far as we can deime [determine?], is that Gen Sigel is ahead of us, and is master of F. I am more and more Convinced that the work will be short and sharp. We are the Right Wing, under Sumner.
Expect to march in the morn. Of course we were all tired, and my limbs ached, but have bathed and rubbed up my feet and feel all right again, and rejoiced at the prospect.
“They Say,” McClennan [sic] is a failure, and that now something will be come. Well be it so, if so, which I am Compelled to believe, tho’ very unwilling.
Have just had a nice Cup of the tea you sent me and ‘twas nice. the boys are all in good spirits, and ready for the work, and I hope to see you in some less than three yrs!
My last letter from “near the Rappahannock &c” was the famous “White Sulpher [sic] Springs,[“] a famous Southern resort in the summer, a splendid place once—grand buildings, park, bathing and other buildings. Visited it shortly after I mailed the letter and got one or two relics, pieces of marble from a broken Statue and button balls, or Sycamore as it is called. ‘Twas destroyed in the retreat of our Army last year, for the “rebs” made it a resort of Sharpshooters, so Sigel or Pope shelled it, and it is a fearful Comment on the effects of war. Will tell you more I trust sometime.
We have marched over much of the battle ground of last year, and the whole Country is a mark of war. Neglected farms, ruined buildings, absence of men, children, old men and women, only at home. Altho’ “Secesh” they treat us quite civil[l]y, and wish and [sic] end of the war.
‘Tis almost dark, and must close. Have written to Foster & friends—also a short note to Joseph to go with a letter of J.H.’s. He is expecting to return to the Reg, being tired of teaming.
I presume I forget little items, questions, but pardon, as I write in a hurry, in [sic: and] in Confusion. (Have a nice straw bed tonight, and in tent with five others[.]) Adieu with a thousand loves, for yourself and friends from

Your Jerome

Direct as before—9nth A.C. As you say about the picture of Lulu &c

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Jerome Peirce 1862, From Jerome to Allie, November 18, 1862, HIST 428 (Spring 2020), University of Mary Washington


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