March 23, 1862
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Page 66: March 23 Sunday Camp Franklin Have been to walk this morning, and had a pleasant season of meditation. I wish that I might be in Portland today and attend divine service there. If Edward and Lizzie and I could only attend together would it not be pleasant? I am going to have as pleasant a time as can be reading my testament and reflection. I fear that I too poorly attend my religious duties. I do not want to leave the army worse than when I entered it. This may be unless I am very careful. “My soul be on thy guard Ten thousand foes arise The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw the [?] from the skies.” |