He was riding through Monteray and his horse fell with him and fractured his scull. His life is dispaired of.
Camp Near Monteray Mexico
November 7th 1846
MY DEAR JULIA
I got one of the sweetest letters from you a few days ago that I have had for a long time and the least I can do in return is to write you at least three pages in, return; even if I have nothing more to write than that I love you, and how very much. I have written very often to you since the battle of Monteray and intend to continue to do so, but still I hope that I may have but few more letters to write you. How happy I should be if I knew that but a very few more letters were to pass between my Dearest Julia and myself, —as mere lovers,-that is to say, how happy I should be if soon Julia was to become mine forever. You say in your letter that you wish it was our country that was being invaded instead of Mexico, that you would ask for quarters but doubted if Mr. Grant would grant them. Indeed dearest I am one of the most humane individuals you are acquainted with, and