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Caroline and Cecil Burleigh letters, undated

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Wendesday [sic] eve Dear Husband, The wind howls piteously, & the sleet is driving against the windows furiously, & every blast makes the cold chills creep over me, not for myself for I have a comfortable place, but Oh how my heart aches for you my dear Husband . It seems to me if you should be obliged to be out in such a storm without shelter, that you must perish. It commenced snowing about noon to day, & was not extremely cold, but it turned to sleet towards night, & the storm & cold increases all the time; & Oh God help you if you are out & exposed to it. I was in hopes I should get a line from you to night saying that you had'nt [sic] broke camp, but as none came, I fear you are on the march. I thought perhaps your orders for marching might be delayed, because I saw in the yesterdays Tribune a letter from one of the corrispondents [sic] in the army near Frederiksburg [sic] [NOTE: go back, letter continues at first image]