XXVI
_Washington, Oct. 11, 1863._ DEAR FRIEND[18]--Your letters were both received, and were indeed welcome. Don"t mind my not answering them promptly, for you know what a wretch I am about such things. But you must write just as often as you conveniently can. Tell me all about your folks, especially the girls, and about Mr. A. Of course you won"t forget Arthur,[19] and always when you write to him send my love. Tell me about Mrs. U. and the dear little rogues. Tell Mrs. B. she ought to be here, hospital matron, only it is a harder pull than folks antic.i.p.ate. You wrote about Emma;[20] she thinks she might and ought to come as nurse for the soldiers. Dear girl, I know it would be a blessed thing for the men to have her loving spirit and hand, and whoever of the poor fellows had them would indeed think it so. But, my darling, it is a dreadful thing--you don"t know these wounds, sickness, etc., the sad condition in which many of the men are brought here, and remain for days; sometimes the wounds full of crawling corruption, etc. Down in the field-hospitals in front they have no proper care (can"t have), and after a battle go for many days unattended to.
Abby, I think often about you and the pleasant days, the visits I used to pay you, and how good it was always to be made so welcome. O, I wish I could come in this afternoon and have a good tea with you, and have three or four hours of mutual comfort, and rest and talk, and be all of us together again. Is Helen home and well? and what is she doing now? And you, my dear friend, how sorry I am to hear that your health is not rugged--but, dear Abby, you must not dwell on antic.i.p.ations of the worst (but I know that is not your nature, or did not use to be). I hope this will find you quite well and in good spirits. I feel so well myself--I will have to come and see you, I think--I am so fat, out considerable in the open air, and all red and tanned worse than ever. You see, therefore, that my life amid these sad and death-stricken hospitals has not told upon me, for I am this fall so running over with health, and I feel as if I ought to go on, on that account, working among all the sick and deficient; and O how gladly I would bestow upon you a liberal share of my health, dear Abby, if such a thing were possible.
I am continually moving around among the hospitals. One I go to oftenest the last three months is "Armory-square," as it is large, generally full of the worst wounds and sickness, and is among the least visited. To this or some other I never miss a day or evening. I am enabled to give the men something, and perhaps some trifle to their supper all around. Then there are always special cases calling for something special. Above all the poor boys welcome magnetic friendship, personality (some are so fervent, so hungering for this)--poor fellows, how young they are, lying there with their pale faces, and that mute look in their eyes. O, how one gets to love them--often, particular cases, so suffering, so good, so manly and affectionate! Abby, you would all smile to see me among them--many of them like children. Ceremony is mostly discarded--they suffer and get exhausted and so weary--not a few are on their dying beds--lots of them have grown to expect, as I leave at night, that we should kiss each other, sometimes quite a number; I have to go round, poor boys. There is little petting in a soldier"s life in the field, but, Abby, I know what is in their hearts, always waiting, though they may be unconscious of it themselves.
I have a place where I buy very nice homemade biscuits, sweet crackers, etc. Among others, one of my ways is to get a good lot of these, and, for supper, go through a couple of wards and give a portion to each man--next day two wards more, and so on. Then each marked case needs something to itself. I spend my evenings altogether at the hospitals--my days often. I give little gifts of money in small sums, which I am enabled to do--all sorts of things indeed, food, clothing, letter-stamps (I write lots of letters), now and then a good pair of crutches, etc., etc. Then I read to the boys. The whole ward that can walk gathers around me and listens.
All this I tell you, my dear, because I know it will interest you. I like Washington very well. (Did you see my last letter in the New York _Times_ of October 4th, Sunday?) I have three or four hours" work every day copying, and in writing letters for the press, etc.; make enough to pay my way--live in an inexpensive manner anyhow. I like the mission I am on here, and as it deeply holds me I shall continue.
_October 15._ Well, Abby, I guess I send you letter enough. I ought to have finished and sent off the letter last Sunday, when it was written. I have been pretty busy. We are having new arrivals of wounded and sick now all the time--some very bad cases. Abby, should you come across any one who feels to help contribute to the men through me, write me. (I may then send word some purchases I should find acceptable for the men). But this only if it happens to come in that you know or meet any one, perfectly convenient. Abby, I have found some good friends here, a few, but true as steel--W. D. O"Connor and wife above all. He is a clerk in the Treasury--she is a Yankee girl. Then C. W. Eldridge[21] in Paymaster"s Department. He is a Boston boy, too--their friendship has been unswerving.
In the hospitals, among these American young men, I could not describe to you what mutual attachments, and how pa.s.sing deep and tender these boys.
Some have died, but the love for them lives as long as I draw breath.
These soldiers know how to love too, when once they have the right person and the right love offered them. It is wonderful. You see I am running off into the clouds, but this is my element. Abby, I am writing this note this afternoon in Major H"s office--he is away sick--I am here a good deal of the time alone. It is a dark rainy afternoon--we don"t know what is going on down in front, whether Meade is getting the worst of it or not--(but the result of the big elections cheers us). I believe fully in Lincoln--few know the rocks and quicksands he has to steer through. I enclose you a note Mrs. O"C. handed me to send you--written, I suppose, upon impulse. She is a n.o.ble Ma.s.sachusetts woman, is not very rugged in health--I am there very much--her husband and I are great friends too.
Well, I will close--the rain is pouring, the sky leaden, it is between 2 and 3. I am going to get some dinner, and then to the hospital. Good-bye, dear friends, and I send my love to all.
WALT.
XXVII
_Washington, Oct. 13, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--Nothing particular new with me. I am well and hearty--think a good deal about home. Mother, I so much want to see you, even if only for a couple of weeks, for I feel I must return here and continue my hospital operations. They are so much needed, although one can do only such a little in comparison, amid these thousands. Then I desire much to see Andrew. I wonder if I could cheer him up any. Does he get any good from that treatment with the baths, etc.?
Mother, I suppose you have your hands full with Nancy"s poor little children, and one worry and another (when one gets old little things bother a great deal). Mother, I go down every day looking for a letter from you or Jeff--I had two from Jeff latter part of the week. I want to see Jeff much. I wonder why he didn"t send me the _Union_ with my letter in; I am disappointed at not getting it. I sent Han a N. Y. _Times_ with my last letter, and one to George too. Have you heard anything from George or Han? There is a new lot of wounded now again. They have been arriving sick and wounded for three days--first long strings of ambulances with the sick, but yesterday many with bad and b.l.o.o.d.y wounds, poor fellows. I thought I was cooler and more used to it, but the sight of some of them brought tears into my eyes. Mother, I had the good luck yesterday to do quite a great deal of good. I had provided a lot of nourishing things for the men, but for another quarter--but I had them where I could use them immediately for these new wounded as they came in faint and hungry, and f.a.gged out with a long rough journey, all dirty and torn, and many pale as ashes and all b.l.o.o.d.y. I distributed all my stores, gave partly to the nurses I knew that were just taking charge of them--and as many as I could I fed myself. Then besides I found a lot of oyster soup handy, and I procured it all at once. Mother, it is the most pitiful sight, I think, when first the men are brought in. I have to bustle round, to keep from crying--they are such rugged young men--all these just arrived are cavalry men. Our troops got the worst of it, but fought like devils. Our men engaged were Kilpatrick"s Cavalry. They were in the rear as part of Meade"s retreat, and the Reb cavalry cut in between and cut them off and attacked them and sh.e.l.led them terribly. But Kilpatrick brought them out mostly--this was last Sunday.
Mother, I will try to come home before long, if only for six or eight days. I wish to see you, and Andrew--I wish to see the young ones; and Mat, you must write. I am about moving. I have been hunting for a room to-day--I shall [write] next [time] how I succeed. Good-bye for present, dear mother.
WALT.
XXVIII
_Washington, Oct. 20, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--I got your last letter Sunday morning, though it was dated Thursday night. Mother, I suppose you got a letter from me Sat.u.r.day last, as I sent one the day before, as I was concerned about Andrew. If I thought it would be any benefit to Andrew I should certainly leave everything else and come back to Brooklyn. Mother, do you recollect what I wrote last summer about throat diseases, when Andrew was first pretty bad? Well, that"s the whole groundwork of the business; any true physician would confirm it. There is no great charm about such things; as to any costly and mysterious baths, there are no better baths than warm water, or vapor (and perhaps sulphur vapor). There is nothing costly or difficult about them; one can have a very good sweating bath, at a pinch, by having a pan of warm water under a chair with a couple of blankets around him to enclose the vapor, and heating a couple of bricks or stones or anything to put in one after another, and sitting on the chair--it is a very wholesome sweat, too, and not to be sneezed at if one wishes to do what is salutary, and thinks of the sense of a thing, and not what others do. Andrew mustn"t be discouraged; those diseases are painful and tedious, but he can recover, and will yet. Dear mother, I sent your last letter to George, with a short one I wrote myself. I sent it yesterday. I sent a letter last Wednesday (14th) to him also, hoping that if one don"t reach him another will. Hasn"t Jeff seen Capt. Sims or Lieut. McReady yet, and don"t they hear whether the 51st is near Nicholasville, Kentucky, yet? I send George papers now and then.
Mother, one of your letters contains part of my letter to the _Union_ (I wish I could have got the whole of it). It seems to me mostly as I intended it, barring a few slight misprints. Was my last name signed at the bottom of it? Tell me when you write next. Dear mother, I am real sorry, and mad too, that the water works people have cut Jeff"s wages down to $50; this is a pretty time to cut a man"s wages down, the mean old punkin heads. Mother, I can"t understand it at all; tell me more of the particulars. Jeff, I often wish you was on here; you would be better appreciated--there are big salaries paid here sometimes to civil engineers. Jeff, I know a fellow, E. C. Stedman; has been here till lately; is now in Wall street. He is poor, but he is in with the big bankers, Hallett & Co., who are in with Fremont in his line of Pacific railroad. I can get his (Stedman"s) address, and should you wish it any time I will give you a letter to him. I shouldn"t wonder if the big men, with Fremont at head, were going to push their route works, road, etc., etc., in earnest, and if a fellow could get a good managing place in it, why it might be worth while. I think after Jeff has been with the Brooklyn w[ater] w[orks] from the beginning, and so faithful and so really valuable, to put down to $50--the mean, low-lived old shoats! I have felt as indignant about it, the meanness of the thing, and mighty inconvenient, too--$40 a month makes a big difference. Mother, I hope Jeff won"t get and keep himself in a perpetual fever, with all these things and others and botherations, both family and business ones. If he does, he will just wear himself down before his time comes. I do hope, Jeff, you will take things equally all round, and not brood or think too deeply. So I go on giving you all good advice. O mother, I must tell you how I get along in my new quarters. I have moved to a new room, 456 Sixth street, not far from Pennsylvania avenue (the big street here), and not far from the Capitol.
It is in the 3d story, an addition back; seems to be going to prove a very good winter room, as it is right under the roof and looks south; has low windows, is plenty big enough; I have gas. I think the lady will prove a good woman. She is old and feeble. (There is a little girl of 4 or 5; I hear her sometimes calling _Grandma, Grandma_, just exactly like Hat; it made me think of you and Hat right away.) One thing is I am quite by myself; there is no pa.s.sage up there except to my room, and right off against my side of the house is a great old yard with gra.s.s and some trees back, and the sun shines in all day, etc., and it smells sweet, and good air--good big bed; I sleep first rate. There is a young wench of 12 or 13, Lucy (the n.i.g.g.e.rs here are the best and most amusing creatures you ever see)--she comes and goes, gets water, etc. She is pretty much the only one I see. Then I believe the front door is not locked at all at night. (In the other place the old thief, the landlord, had two front doors, with four locks and bolts on one and three on the other--and a big bulldog in the back yard. We were well fortified, I tell you. Sometimes I had an awful time at night getting in.) I pay $10 a month; this includes gas, but not fuel. Jeff, you can come on and see me easy now. Mother, to give you an idea of prices here, while I was looking for rooms, about like our two in Wheeler"s houses (2nd story), nothing extra about them, either in location or anything, and the rent was $60 a month. Yet, quite curious, vacant houses here are not so very dear; very much the same as in Brooklyn. Dear mother, Jeff wrote in his letter latter part of last week, you was real unwell with a very bad cold (and that you didn"t have enough good meals). Mother, I hope this will find you well and in good spirits. I think about you every day and night. Jeff thinks you show your age more, and failing like. O my dear mother, you must not think of failing yet. I hope we shall have some comfortable years yet. Mother, don"t allow things, troubles, to take hold of you; write a few lines whenever you can; tell me exactly how things are. Mother, I am first rate and well--only a little of that deafness again. Good-bye for present.
WALT.
XXIX
_Washington, Oct. 27, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER,--Yours and George"s letter came, and a letter from Jeff too--all good. I had received a letter a day or so before from George too. I am very glad he is at Camp Nelson, Kentucky, and I hope and pray the reg"t will be kept there--for G.o.d knows they have tramped enough for the last two years, and fought battles and been through enough. I have sent George papers to Camp Nelson, and will write to-morrow. I send him the _Unions_ and the late New York papers.
Mother, you or Jeff write and tell me how Andrew is; I hope he will prove to be better. Such complaints are sometimes very alarming for awhile, and then take such a turn for the better. Common means and steadily pursuing them, about diet especially, are so much more reliable than any course of medicine whatever. Mother, I have written to Han; I sent her George"s letter to me, and wrote her a short letter myself. I sent it four or five days ago. Mother, I am real pleased to hear Jeff"s explanation how it is that his wages is cut down, and that it was not as I fancied from the meanness of the old c.o.o.ns in the board. I felt so indignant about it, as I took it into my head, (though I don"t know why) that it was done out of meanness, and was a sort of insult. I was quite glad Jeff wrote a few lines about it--and glad they appreciate Jeff, too. Mother, if any of my soldier boys should ever call upon you (as they are often anxious to have my address in Brooklyn) you just use them as you know how to without ceremony, and if you happen to have pot luck and feel to ask them to take a bite, don"t be afraid to do so. There is one very good boy, Thos. Neat, 2nd N. Y. Cavalry, wounded in leg. He is now home on furlough--his folks live, I think, in Jamaica. He is a n.o.ble boy. He may call upon you. (I gave him here $1 toward buying his crutches, etc.) I like him very much.
Then possibly a Mr. Haskell, or some of his folks from Western New York, may call--he had a son died here, a very fine boy. I was with him a good deal, and the old man and his wife have written me, and asked me my address in Brooklyn. He said he had children in N. Y. city and was occasionally down there. Mother, when I come home I will show you some of the letters I get from mothers, sisters, fathers, etc.--they will make you cry. There is nothing new with my hospital doings--I was there yesterday afternoon and evening, and shall be there again to-day. Mother, I should like to hear how you are yourself--has your cold left you, and do you feel better? Do you feel quite well again? I suppose you have your good stove all fired up these days--we have had some real cool weather here. I must rake up a little cheap second-hand stove for my room, for it was in the bargain that I should get that myself. Mother, I like my place quite well, better on nearly every account than my old room, but I see it will only do for a winter room. They keep it clean, and the house smells clean, and the room too. My old room, they just let everything lay where it was, and you can fancy what a litter of dirt there was--still it was a splendid room for air, for summer, as good as there is in Washington. I got a letter from Mrs. Price this morning--does Emmy ever come to see you?
Matty, my dear sister, and Miss Mannahatta, and the little one (whose name I don"t know, and perhaps hasn"t got any name yet), I hope you are all well and having good times. I often, often think about you all. Mat, do you go any to the Opera now? They say the new singers are so good--when I come home we"ll try to go. Mother, I am very well--have some cold in my head and my ears stopt up yet, making me sometimes quite hard of hearing.
I am writing this in Major Hapgood"s office. Last Sunday I took dinner at my friends the O"Connors--had two roast chickens, stewed tomatoes, potatoes, etc. I took dinner there previous Sunday also.
Well, dear mother, how the time pa.s.ses away--to think it will soon be a year I have been away! It has pa.s.sed away very swiftly, somehow, to me. O what things I have witnessed during that time--I shall never forget them.
And the war is not settled yet, and one does not see anything at all certain about the settlement yet; but I have finally got for good, I think, into the feeling that our triumph is a.s.sured, whether it be sooner or whether it be later, or whatever roundabout way we are led there, and I find I don"t change that conviction from any reverses we meet, or any delays or Government blunders. There are blunders enough, heaven knows, but I am thankful things have gone on as well for us as they have--thankful the ship rides safe and sound at all. Then I have finally made up my mind that Mr. Lincoln has done as good as a human man could do.
I still think him a pretty big President. I realize here in Washington that it has been a big thing to have just kept the United States from being thrown down and having its throat cut; and now I have no doubt it will throw down Secession and cut its throat--and I have not had any doubt since Gettysburg. Well, dear, dear mother, I will draw to a close. Andrew and Jeff and all, I send you my love. Good-bye, dear mother and dear Matty and all hands.
WALT.
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_Washington, Dec. 15, 1863._ DEAREST MOTHER--The last word I got from home was your letter written the night before Andrew was buried--Friday night, nearly a fortnight ago. I have not heard anything since from you or Jeff.
Mother, Major Hapgood has moved from his office, cor. 15th street, and I am not with him any more. He has moved his office to his private room. I am writing this in my room, 456 Sixth street, but my letters still come to Major"s care; they are to be addrest same as ever, as I can easily go and get them out of his box (only nothing need be sent me any time to the old office, as I am not there, nor Major either). Anything like a telegraphic dispatch or express box or the like should be addrest 456 Sixth street, 3rd story, back room. Dear mother, I hope you are well and in good spirits. I wish you would try to write to me everything about home and the particulars of Andrew"s funeral, and how you all are getting along. I have not received the _Eagle_ with the little piece in. I was in hopes Jeff would have sent it. I wish he would yet, or some of you would; I want to see it. I think it must have been put in by a young man named Howard; he is now editor of the _Eagle_, and is very friendly to me.
Mother, I am quite well. I have been out this morning early, went down through the market; it is quite a curiosity--I bought some b.u.t.ter, tea, etc. I have had my breakfast here in my room, good tea, bread and b.u.t.ter, etc.
Mother, I think about you all more than ever--and poor Andrew, I often think about him. Mother, write to me how Nancy and the little boys are getting along. I got thinking last night about little California.[22] O how I wished I had her here for an hour to take care of--dear little girl.
I don"t think I ever saw a young one I took to so much--but I mustn"t slight Hattie; I like her too. Mother, I am still going among the hospitals; there is plenty of need, just the same as ever. I go every day or evening. I have not heard from George--I have no doubt the 51st is still at Crab Orchard.
Mother, I hope you will try to write. I send you my love, and to Jeff and Mat and all--so good-bye, dear mother.
WALT.
LETTERS OF 1864
I
_Washington, Friday afternoon, Jan. 29. "64._ DEAR MOTHER--Your letter of Tuesday night came this forenoon--the one of Sunday night I received yesterday. Mother, you don"t say in either of them whether George has re-enlisted or not--or is that not yet decided positively one way or the other?
O mother, how I should like to be home (I don"t want more than two or three days). I want to see George (I have his photograph on the wall, right over my table all the time), and I want to see California--you must always write in your letters how she is. I shall write to Han this afternoon or to-morrow morning and tell her probably George will come out and see her, and that if he does you will send her word beforehand.
Jeff, my dear brother, if there should be the change made in the works, and things all overturned, you mustn"t mind--I dare say you will pitch into something better. I believe a real overturn in the dead old beaten track of a man"s life, especially a young man"s, is always likely to turn out best, though it worries one at first dreadfully. Mat, I want to see you most sincerely--they haven"t put in anything in the last two or three letters about you, but I suppose you are well, my dear sister.
Mother, the young man that I took care of, Lewis Brown, is pretty well, but very restless--he is doing well now, but there is a long road before him yet; it is torture for him to be tied so to his cot, this weather; he is a very n.o.ble young man and has suffered very much. He is a Maryland boy and (like the Southerners when they _are_ Union) I think he is as strong and resolute a Union boy as there is in the United States. He went out in a Maryland reg"t, but transferred to a N. Y. battery. But I find so many n.o.ble men in the ranks I have ceased to wonder at it. I think the soldiers from the New England States and the Western States are splendid, and the country parts of N. Y. and Pennsylvania too. I think less of the great cities than I used to. I know there are black sheep enough even in the ranks, but the general rule is the soldiers are n.o.ble, very.
Mother, I wonder if George thinks as I do about the best way to enjoy a visit home, after all. When I come home again, I shall not go off gallivanting with my companions half as much nor a quarter as much as I used to, but shall spend the time quietly home with you while I do stay; it is a great humbug spreeing around, and a few choice friends for a man, the real right kind in a quiet way, are enough.
Mother, I hope you take things easy, don"t you? Mother, you know I was always advising you to let things go and sit down and take what comfort you can while you do live. It is very warm here; this afternoon it is warm enough for July--the sun burns where it shines on your face; it is pretty dusty in the princ.i.p.al streets.
Congress is in session; I see Odell, Kalbfleisch, etc., often. I have got acquainted with Mr. Garfield, an M. C. from Ohio, and like him very much indeed (he has been a soldier West, and I believe a good brave one--was a major general). I don"t go much to the debates this session yet. Congress will probably keep in session till well into the summer. As to what course things will take, political or military, there"s no telling. I think, though, the Secesh military power is getting more and more shaky. How they can make any headway against our new, large, and fresh armies next season pa.s.ses my wit to see.
Mother, I was talking with a pretty high officer here, who is behind the scenes--I was mentioning that I had a great desire to be present at a first-cla.s.s battle; he told me if I would only stay around here three or four weeks longer my wish would probably be gratified. I asked him what he meant, what he alluded to specifically, but he would not say anything further--so I remain as much in the dark as before--only there seemed to be some meaning in his remark, and it was made to me only as there was no one else in hearing at the moment (he is quite an admirer of my poetry).
The re-enlistment of the veterans is the greatest thing yet; it pleases everybody but the Rebels--and surprises everybody too. Mother, I am well and fat (I must weigh about 206), so Washington must agree with me. I work three or four hours a day copying. Dear mother, I send you and Hattie my love, as you say she is a dear little girl. Mother, try to write every week, even if only a few lines. Love to George and Jeff and Mat.
WALT.