May 23, 1861

There was no attack last night, and now think we will have to go in search of the Republicans. I thought of you at 9 o’clock and sweetly dreamed that at the same hour your thoughts were turned to me. Oh my dearest how much you are loved and worshipped. The moon was brilliant. The camp fires burned bright, and the music of violin, guitar, and song made the scene surpassingly lovely. No one could have dreamt that thirteen thousand men were sleeping upon their arms. It was then that alone I stood upon the banks of the Potomac, alone and looking beyond the surrounding scene, looking into your heart and seeing myself enthroned there. It was a happiness to think that you were looking at the moon and thinking of him who far away was worshipping you in its soft rays. I love and worship and adore you, and I pray that such love as I feel will be gratified in being able to call you mine. God is good and will, I trust, give me some of that happiness which I have so long yearned for in vain, and I believe that He will bless me with your love. Do you not think I am foolish, but is unavoidable, unless I restrain my feelings and I will not. I will always think aloud to you.

I hope you will write me very long letters as I assure you they are extremely gratifying to me. Write your real feelings. I love sadness when it is caused by my absence.

I must close as the messenger is awaiting this letter for the office. Write me as frequently as possible. Goodbye dearest. Believe me yours,

Most affectionately,

N.H.R. Dawson