January 19, 1862
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Page 12: January 19,, Sunday.Camp Franklin, Muddy, muddy, muddy. No service either, James sick and confined to his tent. Wants to get his discharge, and think I shall try to get it for him. Sent letters this morning to my chum E.w.H. and Dr. Shailer. What a strange Sabbath we have passed! No public worship, no singing, no praying, no preaching, no Sabbath school, no vestry meeting, no Sabbath exercises at all. Would that I might enjoy a good old Sabbath like those we used to have at home in Portland! My faith looks up to thee Thou Lamb of Calvary Savior divine |