Buried in the Abraham Fuller Cemetery in Russell Co., VA
Letter of Samuel Pierce Fuller:
Samuel Pierce Fuller was born September 3, 1842 the son of Abraham Fuller and Mary Reynolds Fuller (daughter of Bernhard Reynolds, sister of Ira Reynolds, aunt of Eliza J. Reynolds). He is included in the Russell County Census for 1850 and 1860. He served in the 29th Virginia Infantry. He died on March 24, 1893. He was Eliza Reynolds' first cousin.
Battlefield Valentine
The Valentine measures 4.5" x 6.5" (folded), written in a clear legible hand. In addition to being folded in half, it is also folded in thirds (line 31 is damaged by the fold). The paper is embossed and of good quality. The poem was most likely written in 1864 (or possibly 1863) as Valentine's Day approached. There is no date on the poem itself nor does the envelope survive. The Valentine was kept in Minnie Kendrick Hendricks' Bible.
On the Cover:
Eliza J. Reynolds
Have for your motto,
"Nil Desperandum"1
S. P. F.
Old Valentine is coming along,
Singing his old familiar song.
His day this year is very near
But he'll not be noticed much I fear.
Cousin Eliza, I now presume,
A little space and time to consume.
To write a little about the day,
In an odd peculiar way.
In time of Peace when all was gay,
Many folks observed the day.
But now since war confuses all,
‘Tis not observed by great or small.
Here I am away from home--
I regret the day the war did come.
I often wish I was a child
Then rule and law would be more mild.
I then could sport in boyish glee,
And feel myself so gay and free.
Oh! How long will I have to stay
Away from home—so far away.
A soldier's joys are few and scanty,
But hard times and sorrows he has plenty.
In camp the soldier leads a horrid life,
He thinks of scenes of bloody strife.
Page Two---(verso)
On the dreary field of battle,
The canon roar, and the muskets rattle.
I hope the time is soon to come
When we'll quit the wars, and return to home.
When the contest will be o'er
And we'll hear the noise of war no more.
Then we can woo our sweet hearts as lovers love,
And live as happy as we used to do.
I hope you will meet with a lover
That's both wise & good and clever
Now may kindred ties unite our hearts,
Altho' we be in distant parts.
I know you think I'm very long
In singing out my curious song.
O! Live a life that's good & true
That you may go where good folks do.
And your course, may you plod
To Heaven, to Eternity, to God.
You desired my likeness some time ago
Whether you wish it now or not, I do not know,
But I will send it anyhow
Hoping, if ever, you want it now.
So here it is,--look and see
If it has any resemblance of me.
Sam. P. Fuller
[Courtesy of Greg Leplore]
Letter of Samuel Pierce Fuller:
Samuel Pierce Fuller was born September 3, 1842 the son of Abraham Fuller and Mary Reynolds Fuller (daughter of Bernhard Reynolds, sister of Ira Reynolds, aunt of Eliza J. Reynolds). He is included in the Russell County Census for 1850 and 1860. He served in the 29th Virginia Infantry. He died on March 24, 1893. He was Eliza Reynolds' first cousin.
Battlefield Valentine
The Valentine measures 4.5" x 6.5" (folded), written in a clear legible hand. In addition to being folded in half, it is also folded in thirds (line 31 is damaged by the fold). The paper is embossed and of good quality. The poem was most likely written in 1864 (or possibly 1863) as Valentine's Day approached. There is no date on the poem itself nor does the envelope survive. The Valentine was kept in Minnie Kendrick Hendricks' Bible.
On the Cover:
Eliza J. Reynolds
Have for your motto,
"Nil Desperandum"1
S. P. F.
Old Valentine is coming along,
Singing his old familiar song.
His day this year is very near
But he'll not be noticed much I fear.
Cousin Eliza, I now presume,
A little space and time to consume.
To write a little about the day,
In an odd peculiar way.
In time of Peace when all was gay,
Many folks observed the day.
But now since war confuses all,
‘Tis not observed by great or small.
Here I am away from home--
I regret the day the war did come.
I often wish I was a child
Then rule and law would be more mild.
I then could sport in boyish glee,
And feel myself so gay and free.
Oh! How long will I have to stay
Away from home—so far away.
A soldier's joys are few and scanty,
But hard times and sorrows he has plenty.
In camp the soldier leads a horrid life,
He thinks of scenes of bloody strife.
Page Two---(verso)
On the dreary field of battle,
The canon roar, and the muskets rattle.
I hope the time is soon to come
When we'll quit the wars, and return to home.
When the contest will be o'er
And we'll hear the noise of war no more.
Then we can woo our sweet hearts as lovers love,
And live as happy as we used to do.
I hope you will meet with a lover
That's both wise & good and clever
Now may kindred ties unite our hearts,
Altho' we be in distant parts.
I know you think I'm very long
In singing out my curious song.
O! Live a life that's good & true
That you may go where good folks do.
And your course, may you plod
To Heaven, to Eternity, to God.
You desired my likeness some time ago
Whether you wish it now or not, I do not know,
But I will send it anyhow
Hoping, if ever, you want it now.
So here it is,--look and see
If it has any resemblance of me.
Sam. P. Fuller
[Courtesy of Greg Leplore]
Buried in the Abraham Fuller Cemetery in Russell Co., VA
Letter of Samuel Pierce Fuller:
Samuel Pierce Fuller was born September 3, 1842 the son of Abraham Fuller and Mary Reynolds Fuller (daughter of Bernhard Reynolds, sister of Ira Reynolds, aunt of Eliza J. Reynolds). He is included in the Russell County Census for 1850 and 1860. He served in the 29th Virginia Infantry. He died on March 24, 1893. He was Eliza Reynolds' first cousin.
Battlefield Valentine
The Valentine measures 4.5" x 6.5" (folded), written in a clear legible hand. In addition to being folded in half, it is also folded in thirds (line 31 is damaged by the fold). The paper is embossed and of good quality. The poem was most likely written in 1864 (or possibly 1863) as Valentine's Day approached. There is no date on the poem itself nor does the envelope survive. The Valentine was kept in Minnie Kendrick Hendricks' Bible.
On the Cover:
Eliza J. Reynolds
Have for your motto,
"Nil Desperandum"1
S. P. F.
Old Valentine is coming along,
Singing his old familiar song.
His day this year is very near
But he'll not be noticed much I fear.
Cousin Eliza, I now presume,
A little space and time to consume.
To write a little about the day,
In an odd peculiar way.
In time of Peace when all was gay,
Many folks observed the day.
But now since war confuses all,
‘Tis not observed by great or small.
Here I am away from home--
I regret the day the war did come.
I often wish I was a child
Then rule and law would be more mild.
I then could sport in boyish glee,
And feel myself so gay and free.
Oh! How long will I have to stay
Away from home—so far away.
A soldier's joys are few and scanty,
But hard times and sorrows he has plenty.
In camp the soldier leads a horrid life,
He thinks of scenes of bloody strife.
Page Two---(verso)
On the dreary field of battle,
The canon roar, and the muskets rattle.
I hope the time is soon to come
When we'll quit the wars, and return to home.
When the contest will be o'er
And we'll hear the noise of war no more.
Then we can woo our sweet hearts as lovers love,
And live as happy as we used to do.
I hope you will meet with a lover
That's both wise & good and clever
Now may kindred ties unite our hearts,
Altho' we be in distant parts.
I know you think I'm very long
In singing out my curious song.
O! Live a life that's good & true
That you may go where good folks do.
And your course, may you plod
To Heaven, to Eternity, to God.
You desired my likeness some time ago
Whether you wish it now or not, I do not know,
But I will send it anyhow
Hoping, if ever, you want it now.
So here it is,--look and see
If it has any resemblance of me.
Sam. P. Fuller
[Courtesy of Greg Leplore]
Letter of Samuel Pierce Fuller:
Samuel Pierce Fuller was born September 3, 1842 the son of Abraham Fuller and Mary Reynolds Fuller (daughter of Bernhard Reynolds, sister of Ira Reynolds, aunt of Eliza J. Reynolds). He is included in the Russell County Census for 1850 and 1860. He served in the 29th Virginia Infantry. He died on March 24, 1893. He was Eliza Reynolds' first cousin.
Battlefield Valentine
The Valentine measures 4.5" x 6.5" (folded), written in a clear legible hand. In addition to being folded in half, it is also folded in thirds (line 31 is damaged by the fold). The paper is embossed and of good quality. The poem was most likely written in 1864 (or possibly 1863) as Valentine's Day approached. There is no date on the poem itself nor does the envelope survive. The Valentine was kept in Minnie Kendrick Hendricks' Bible.
On the Cover:
Eliza J. Reynolds
Have for your motto,
"Nil Desperandum"1
S. P. F.
Old Valentine is coming along,
Singing his old familiar song.
His day this year is very near
But he'll not be noticed much I fear.
Cousin Eliza, I now presume,
A little space and time to consume.
To write a little about the day,
In an odd peculiar way.
In time of Peace when all was gay,
Many folks observed the day.
But now since war confuses all,
‘Tis not observed by great or small.
Here I am away from home--
I regret the day the war did come.
I often wish I was a child
Then rule and law would be more mild.
I then could sport in boyish glee,
And feel myself so gay and free.
Oh! How long will I have to stay
Away from home—so far away.
A soldier's joys are few and scanty,
But hard times and sorrows he has plenty.
In camp the soldier leads a horrid life,
He thinks of scenes of bloody strife.
Page Two---(verso)
On the dreary field of battle,
The canon roar, and the muskets rattle.
I hope the time is soon to come
When we'll quit the wars, and return to home.
When the contest will be o'er
And we'll hear the noise of war no more.
Then we can woo our sweet hearts as lovers love,
And live as happy as we used to do.
I hope you will meet with a lover
That's both wise & good and clever
Now may kindred ties unite our hearts,
Altho' we be in distant parts.
I know you think I'm very long
In singing out my curious song.
O! Live a life that's good & true
That you may go where good folks do.
And your course, may you plod
To Heaven, to Eternity, to God.
You desired my likeness some time ago
Whether you wish it now or not, I do not know,
But I will send it anyhow
Hoping, if ever, you want it now.
So here it is,--look and see
If it has any resemblance of me.
Sam. P. Fuller
[Courtesy of Greg Leplore]
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