These were not the same minds at work. On July 14, 1861, Sullivan Ballou wrote a poignant letter to his wife, expressing his love for her and his patriotism toward his country. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. His widow, Sarah, never remarried. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter.
And lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. When my wife passed away, several family members made last minute decisions to put things in the casket, including a menorah and a crèche. The disorganized but enthusiastic Rhode Islanders reached the crest of the hill recently abandoned by the outnumbered Rebel skirmish line. Sarah, do not mourn me dear; think I am gone, and wait for me, for we shall meet again. But, he knew that Sarah was a very capable and loving mother, and that she would see the boys through. What has been the reaction to the piece, and have you heard from Ken Burns? On the morning of July 21, 1861, five companies of the 2nd Rhode Island heralded the advance, spreading out as skirmishers on both sides of the Manassas-Sudley Road.
My research indicates it was written by his very good friend, Horatio Rogers, who had the talent and skill to write it as a memorial to his friend. Sullivan had an extremely bright future until the Civil War broke out. It was written on the eve of Bull Run and Ballou would soon be dead. The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you, that I have enjoyed them for so long. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I can't stop writing about these women - I can't even slow down because I want everyone to know what heroines they were! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness … But, O Sarah! And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood around us.
My winter project -- winter is nearly half the year in Vermont -- is quite ambitious, I am going to write an annotated bibliography of Rhode Island in the Civil War era. He was 32 at the time of his death; his wife was 24. Come to me, and lead thither my children. It is that second letter that is now part of the American canon. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. But, Sullivan Ballou was also an ardent supporter of Abraham Lincoln and, when Lincoln called for volunteers to put down the Southern rebellion, he felt compelled to be among them.
I prefer to hang on to the romantic notion that Ballou sat alone in his tent late on the night before the battle and penned that gorgeous letter to Sarah. Regrettably, the story of Sullivan Ballou does not end with a hero's death on the field of battle and a piercing letter to a young widow. Ballou promptly volunteered, and encouraged others to do so as well. At the outbreak of the Civil War, Ballou immediately resigned his seat and volunteered for the Rhode Island Infantry. Immediately following the Confederate evacuation from the Manassas area in March 1862, a contingent of Rhode Island officials, including Governor William Sprague, visited the Bull Run battlefield to exhume their fallen sons and return them to their native soil.
Not my will, but thine, O God be done. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. July the 14th, 1861 Washington D. However, he also worried about her and obviously agonized over the prospect of her becoming a widow at 25. Maybe someone wanted to make his death into a redemption of nationalistic beliefs. But I cannot, I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more. However, while Ballou had no trepidation in serving, he did feel pain at being separated from Sarah and his two little boys.
The original copy of the letter from Sullivan has never been found and one story states that is because Sarah asked her sons to place it in her hands and bury it with her. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. He knew that his sons would become orphans, as he had been, and this prospect caused him great concern. O Sarah, I wait for you there! The memories of all the blissful moments I have spent with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you, that I have enjoyed them so long. Sullivan and Sarah Ballou are buried next to each other at Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, Rhode Island.
In 1976, Civil War historian Edward Longacre discovered the Chicago Ballou letter. None of the rhetorical flourishes in the famous letter were beyond his abilities. The letter was delivered to his wife by the Rhode Island governor William Sprague. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines, that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. Who wrote the thing is unimportant.
Not my will, but thine, O God be done. Ken Burns Grandchamp: So far reaction has been positive among the people I know in the Rhode Island historical community who I shared my early research with. Rogers had the talent and the motivation to write the letter. However, the moment that defined the series and touched the hearts of viewers across the nation took place at the end of the first episode, when narrator David McCullough introduced Paul Roebling's reading of a letter, written by an obscure volunteer major from Rhode Island to his wife. But, at the same time, his love for Sarah and his intense devotion to her is also equaling overpowering. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. The history of many of these women has been so poorly preserved that it is difficult or impossible to find information about them.
But when given an opportunity to compare the famous letter and the authenticated ones, other experts see significant thematic and tonal differences among them. But, my dear wife, when I know, that with my own joys, I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with care and sorrows, when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it, as their only sustenance, to my dear little children, is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country. They apply equally to hundreds of thousands of young men who left the women they loved, and who loved them, with a lifetime of sadness and the cherished hope of eventual reunion in a better world. For the viewpoint of two of those experts, see and. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long.