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ASHAEL SUMNER DEAN
CIVIL WAR LETTERS TO
HIS FAMILY
Tybee Roads June 14th 1864
My own Dear Virginia
Your letter and Henry's, Louise's and
the Hat and all the papers came this afternoon in the Tug. She returns in the
morning but I am afraid too late for the mail for the regular sailing time of
the FULTON which is tomorrow at noon. In that event you will have to wait
eight days longer. I have only hastily read the letters for I am anxious to
send this and the bag will be closed this evening. I have not read the
papers. I enjoyed reading yours very much, so much love and news. Dear, I
did not suppose you paid away the $50 or you would have had a draft much
sooner, but now you are all supplied and will not be out again. I dare say
you will receive a draft of $50 in a letter directed to Miss Nellie V. Deane!
Along with this and yours for they will all go in one mail. I shall answer
Henry's by next mail. In the mean time hope to hear from his Examination. He
is at work in the Shop it seems. The hat was a nice one, but he need not have
been to the trouble. I tell you again lest you do not understand me. I can
buy all I need and do not care to have a box sent as it will cost so much.
Mr. Bailey is detached from our vessel and ordered to the SOUTH CAROLINA and a
Mr. Taylor
is sent in his place. I know him. The change will be a good one to us. Or
rather will not be a bad one. He can not be more efficient. He is more moral
and as much of a gentleman. I have not read much about the war. Shall do so
in the morning. I am glad things are no worse and hope for the best. The
EUTAW
which was along side us so long in Washington I see is blown up. So was the
COMODORE JONES
I knew the Pilot who was in charge, and was killed. He was our Pilot on the
Potomac. Has a wife and children. Mr. Barrys, the Admirals Clerk who was in
our mess is dead. He had consumption you remember.
Kiss Babies
for Papa-
Dear, write me much and write me often
tell me if you are well and all about your shopping in Boston. You must be
well if you can go to Boston!! Give my love to all. This is not a love
letter. I am too much hurried.
Your own Sumner This magnolia was pure white.
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