[Exeter Mills, April 2, 1865.]
Ah, my Sally, the triumphs of might are transient; but the sufferings and crucifixions for the right can never be forgotten. The sorrow and song of my glory-crowned division nears its doxology. May God pity those who wait at home for the soldier who has reported to the Great Commander! God pity them as the days go by and the sad nights follow.
The birds were hushed in the woods when I started to write, and now one calls to its mate “Cheer up—cheer up.” Let’s listen and obey the birds, my darling. Let’s try to cheer up—cheer up. I remember that Milton said: “Those who best bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best.” Let’s bear and serve Him best, my darling wife.
The Heart of a Soldier: As Revealed in the Intimate Letters of Genl. George E. Pickett, C.S.A., New York: Seth Moyle, 1913.