Spicy letter from a Yankee girl.
--The following letter, found on the body of one of the slain at Manassas, has been sent to an exchange for publication. Every assurance is given that it is genuine: Providence, Rhode Island, July 9th, 1861.
Dear Georges:
Yours of the 3d instant came to hand to day, which found me enjoying health, and at once revived and raised for you my heartfelt passion to a considerable extent.--And glad I am to hear that your regiment have got in the land of the rebels and are well and ready to drive them from the soil of liberty and love.
Mrs. Ribburn received a letter from her husband, the Captain of the Rhode Island Artillery, that he would play Yankee Doodle on the rebels at Bull Run on the 21st of this month, and I am told that on the 28th of the same month you are to have a grand ball at Richmond, with Jeff. Davis and Beauregard, assisted by many of the Southern girls as waiters.
Dear George, I await in anxious for your return, that our bargain may be closed; as for living single, I am tired of it. Mother is very willing for the match; for she says if you live President Lincoln will give all the soldiers a farm and negroes to work it, for that is just what we want; for neither of us have got much, and therefore you are not to disappoint me, and if you want Mary Clark — which I understand you asked her to have you — I hope you will be taken prisoner and kept there forever.
I am thinking of you all the time and dreaming at night; but dreams do go by contraries.
Sometimes I dream of being at fishing frolics, but, alas!
awake disappointed — though in hope it will not always be so.
‘"Disappointment sinks the heart of mankind."’
‘"But a renewal of hope given consolation."’
The above transposition is taken from one of your letters that you wrote to have White in 1854, when John smith out you out and married her at old Rilly Pottsis which made you as mad as a her that wanted to go setting on her own eggs and was ducked in a tub of water for it. But stick to me sad I wont deceive you. Nothing further, dear George, but your real admirer, Dear Georges:
