Search billions of records on Ancestry.com

 

 

 

"Dear Mary"

The Civil War Letters of
William Silveus, Private
Company I, 8th Pennsylvania Reserve Infantry

On the morning of December 13, 1862, Major-General W. B. Franklin's "Left Grand Division" of the Army of the Potomac stood in battle formation near Fredericksburg, Virginia, between the Rappahannock River and the Heights south of town which formed the defensive position of General "Stonewall" Jackson's corps of the Army of Northern Virginia.  Among the troops of Major-Genral John F. Reynold's First Corps stationed with the Left Grand Division was a division composed almost entirely of Pennsylvania reserve infantry regiments commanded by Major-General George G. Meade. In Meade's division that morning, William Silveus, a private from Greene County, in Company I, 8th Pennsylvania Reserves, stood with his neighbors, relatives and friends and prepared to "see the elephant" for the first time.

William Silveus had been born on October 2, 1834, the third son of David and Mary (Bowman) Silveus, and had spent his entire life within a few miles of his family's home in Center Township, Greene County, Pennsylvania. He married Mary Campbell (Mildred), daughter of Charles Hart and Mary (Botkins) Mildred at the home of his brother in Center Township on Sunday, September 28, 1856.  They had two daughters, Mary Martha and Elizabeth Sarah, the older who was born on April 9, 1860, and the younger on 27 September 1862.   Although William Silveus' reasons for enlisting in Company I on August 25,1862, are unknown, the Silveus and Mildred families exhibited a curious mixture of various attitudes during the Civil War period [not unlike their neighbors in this southernmost Pennsylvania County].  Mary's brother, Daniel Mildred, became a school teacher during the 1850's.  His travels in pursuit of his profession led him to settle in Calloway County, Missouri, from where on January 22, 1854, he wrote to his brother Albert that "free states I don't like, for there is more philanthropy, hospitality, and friendly feelings in slave states than ever I have seen exhibited in free states."  When war erupted however, Albert Mildred enlisted in Company I of the Pennsylvania Reserves with the initial rush of volunteers on June 20, 1861.

During the course of his career as an infantryman in the Army of the Potomac, William Silveus wrote several letters home to his wife, Mary. As one reads the letters, one catches a glimpse of the development of a soldier in Mr. Lincoln's army.  After the war, the letters were carefully preserved by Mary Silveus.  She passed them on to the couple's youngest daughter, Martha Maria, who married a Waynesburg merchant, Jasper Dulany.  Martha Maria entrusted the letters to her oldest daughter, Mary Emma (Dulany) Jacobs, and the letters came to light when her son, E. Bryan Jacobs, of Waynesburg, permitted them to be copied by the local historical society.  [From there they were typed and indexed in PERSI--with typed copies at the Allen County Library which I discussed last summer not knowing when I was there that they had these treasures.   jmb]

There are four letters altogether.  Each is written in William Silveus' own handwriting, exhibiting some of his quaint attempts at spelling. One letter, written when he was very ill and discouraged, is drafted in pencil.  Barely legible in some places, this letter was obviously written while its author was in the depths of despair.   Taken as a whole, the letters chronicle one soldier's career in the Army of the Potomac.  The preservation of these letters for more than a hundred and forty years is a tribute to the love and respect this man's family held for him and the sacrifice he made for his country.  The letters have been edited for missing punctuation and all but the most interesting spelling errors have been corrected [by the typist at the historical society].  The grammar of the letters has not been altered.

Hopefully this "setting of the scene" will aid in understanding and absorbing what it must have meant to be a soldier during those awful days.

Judy Bedford

 

Letter 1