Wytheville. Va.

 My dear husband I will endeavor to right you a few lines for perhaps
it may be the last riting you will ever see from me at least I feel so
now. I wrote you a letter last sunday it was the 28 and I will tell
you why I right so soon again. I got up Monday morning an I could
jest fell that my throat was sore an before night I could hardly swallow
an today I feel that I am not long for this world: the diptheria or
some thing has got in my belly I have not had much ease this day but
I want you to prey to our good being an creater to preserve my life to
see your sweet face oh if I die what will become of my little babes
I am lying on the bed on my belly so I can right, the Lord is merciful
and maybe he will let me get well to take care of my childred. I want
you to come home as soon as you get this if they will let you but I
havent any idie that they will but I say dont run if you never see
any more of me never are permited to see each other in this world less
try an meet me in heaven. I want to live if it is the Lord’s will
to see this troublesome war ends thare is some poetry on this piece of
paper that I rote last weak it is not much: I want you to right as
soon as you get this I would like the best in the world to hear from
you for I aint got but one letter since you left loving I will close
no more but remain your
Wife as ever Amen an adue
perhaps for ever from your Wife
to my Dear absent husband Tho. W. Fisher
 

Oh what a happy time it will be
When I only you can see
I have not heard from you for three week
An something to hear from you would be sweet
I want to hear from you so bad
Yes you my Dearest friend an love
I like to hear from you the best
An still I like to hear from the rest
Oh how i like to hear from you
When my heart no ease can get
Til I hear something good of you
An then I have no nead to fret
An babe try an come home
An with me these hills roam
Oh what a pleasure it would be
To talk and bee withe thee
Farewell my sweet babe