Dear Wife,-

You see that I am in the hospital yet and I am in hopes to remain here until I get better as I am in good hands now and am doing as well as can be expected. The Hospital was a factory before the war and is a large brick building well calculated for a hospital. There are several tents put up and used for the same purpose. I have had a bilious, intermittent fever and now have enlargement of the liver with diarrhoea. I have had very good care and with the jar of strawberries that you sent me, which I keep hid under the bed so as to keep them, I relish my food very well. The attendants would not let me have the strawberries and butter if they knew it. The warden examines all the beds in the ward every morning but has not found it yet. I shall never forget the first dinner at this hospital. It was bread, and soup cooked in a caldron which would hold about two barrels. It tasted better than it looked. Brother Will took the butter with him as I could not take care of it. This is the Sabbath and we had an excellent sermon by the Chaplain. His text was,- "Cast thy burden on the Lord and he will sustain you." It was very appropriate for the time and place and I felt in my own heart that I had cast my burden on Him, as I trusted wholly in Him. and many others I have no doubt felt the same. You say in your letter you would like to come and see me. I should like to see you but do not start to come here as I may not be here if you should come, as there are reports that we may be sent to a New York hospital. Then if we are you can come and see me there. When you go to the village tell Mrs. Beebe that George is better. He has scurvy and now has chronic diarrhoea badly, but on the whole I think he is improving. I have not had a letter from you in two weeks. You must not neglect to write to