MCWL_105: Hills Point Camp Pickett near Washington NC, Oct. 12,1863; George W.Gould to his mother [letter incomplete]
Washington N.C. Oct. 12th, 1863
I received your letter of the twenty-third and was very glad to hear from you and to hear that you were all well but Father I am sorry to hear that he is sick but it is the common lot of man here below and I think the more we suffer in sickness and affliction will better fit us for that world to which we are all hastening if we only make the right use of it.
Life is short at the longest and we ought so to live as to be prepared for death at any time for we know not what a day may bring forth we are admonished of the uncertainty of life every day one after annother [sic] of our friends pass away and their places are left vacant never more to [be] filled on earth we miss their kindly greeting and if they live the life of a christian and died in the faith we can look forward to the time when we shall meet them again never more to part.
You dear mother have had your share of afflictions you have been called to follow to the grave several of your children and they are now happy with their Father in heaven and if we so live as we shall wish we had when we come to lie on our beds of sickness and death we shall meet those little ones in that land we are partings are never known that may be the lot of each one of us is my most earnest prayer God help us to be faithful that we may receive a crown of glory.
You have probably received my letter informing you of the death of Mira she was taken sick the twenty seventh of August and died the 23rd of Sept. she was taken very violently at first and did not sit up any after the first day her Mother was with her all the time and they wrote me she seemed reconciled to the will of God and expressed her willingness to die if it was His will.
It is now about three weeks since she died and I can’t realize that I shall see her no more but if I should live to get home and see the vacant chair and the three little motherless children I shall then realize my great loss you know how to sympathize with me in a measure I have met with a great loss one that time will never efface but while I mourn her loss I believe that what is my loss is her unspeakable
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