<The melancholy days are come,- The saddest of the year,- Of wailing winds, and anked woods,- And meadows brown and sere.-
heaped in the hollows of the grove,- The withered leaves lie dead;- They rustle to the eddying gust,- And to the rabbit's
Cold day with rain the in the evening received my furlough, to vote my first vote. was very for-tunate in getting my transportation
this evening. Will start home in the morning if nothing happens. Was hard at work making out furloughs for New York and Ohio
[illegible], received a letter from Judie, shall take them all entirely by surprise. Hurrah for home tomorrow.