they have heard nothing from Cy since, suppose him to be a prisoner; there is a possibility that he escaped as there were ten who eluded the enemy and succeed in getting away, but as he never writes home we cant tell anything about it. I am truly glad that Cy has at last written to you; I wrote him on his birth day, that poor boy! I don't expect he will ever get that. I know how badly you will feel to hear he is probably a pisoner in the hands of so cruel and inhuman an enemy; I fear his young frame wont stand the privation and starvation of rebel dungeons. I never felt such an antipathy, almost amounting to hatred towards Copperheads as I have lately; the feeling is probably enhansed by the irrational talk of my secesh relatives, which I can't listen to with any degree of patience, I have not made them a visit this summer, nor do I intend to see them before I go away, I'll tell you sometime what Aunt Eliza said about me to Aunt Melissa last week, she and Uncle went down, and I staid and kept house I tell you it made my Hamilton blood boil for a few minutes; but I must not say too much or I may excite your curiosity, for I don't believe that trait is entirely confined to the women; perhaps I will resent it, perhaps not, it is not exactly right to do so, but I feel like it would do me so much good to write a sheet or two of foolscap, just to let me know what I think of them, but it doubtless would not increase their love for me, and perhaps I'd better leave them severely alone
