Letter from Ida Tinsley to husband Richard

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Columbus Ind Friday night or Saturday Morning My Dear Husband after having sought slumber on my lonely pillow all in vain I have stolen up to my stand to unburden some of my thoughts to my dear one far away although I wrote you last night I have much more I would love to converse with you about What a one sided way this of talking with one dearer than my own life while you probably have gone to the pleasant land of dreams wrapt in fancy of the future or wandering in elysian fields of glory perchance dreaming of the one who is sitting alone with her own pleasant (sometimes unpleasant thoughts) wrapped up in a blanket putting sentiment on paper for your perusal in after days Tis a pleasure after all for one to know they are beloved and cared for while absent We are continually in search of happiness not here shall we be satisfied even with the glorious beauties of your world The transient gleams of happiness the sunny spots like threads of gold in the dark web of life not here should that longing hope be realized after we shall have passed through the shadows of death when chill winter winds have shrouded our graves when this mortal body shall put on immortality clothed in righteousness then oh then shall we be satisfied I shall close for tonight Think I can sleep May god protect you In the prayers of Ida