Johnson's Island, Ohio. 16th Feb. 1865.
My dear friends,
Time is short, let one letter
be for both. Friday is near, only tomorrow. But
God's will be done - To hope seems almost ridiculous
but like a drowning man I catch at straws. I am,
thank God, the same man I was a week ago. Nearness
has no affect on me - Tis only going to bed a little earlier
tonight - you will all follow soon. I have done my duty,
I die submissive to God's will, I am not afraid to die; only.
"T all my friends + companions, when they meet + crowd around
To hear my mournful story in the good old Richmond town."
Tell them I died a man, a soldier with a clear conscience,
a firm trust in God, and ashamed of nothing I have done
Farewell, my dear friends. May a long and happy
life be yours. Farewell.
S. Boyer Davis
Goldsborough + Hollingsworth