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hat he has protected me in the last few days, in answer to the prayers of a pious wife. I hope that I feel grateful for my preservation. Mountain view, September 22, 1861. Came down here with Mr.-- , a few days ago. Spent this day not quite so profitably as I desired. The ride to the old chapel, where we had service, is so long, that we spent a great deal of time upon the road. Bishop Meade delivered a most interesting address. He mentioned with great feeling the death of Mr. John A. Washington, of Mount Vernon, who fell at Cheat Mountain a few days ago, while, with some other officers, he was observing the movements of Rosecranz. It is heart-rending to hear of the number of valuable lives which are lost in this cruel war. Sept. 25th, 1861. The last two days spent with pleasant friendsone day with Miss M. M., and the other with my old acquaintance, Mrs. Dr. F., of the White post. These ladies, like all others, are busy for the soldiers. To-day I received a copy of
the rebel camp! Not a rebel! and she curled her loyal lip in scorn. Yes, was the quiet reply, he is what you call a rebel; but it is the honoured name which Washington bore; and with a spirit not soothed by her countrywoman, she passed on to the street, got into a carriage, and proceeded to the house of Mr. Chase. It was tenyesterday, the Capitol Square, the streets around it, and the adjacent houses, were crowded. The President stood at the base of that noble equestrian statue of Washington, and took the oath which was taken by the Father of his country more than seventy years ago-just after the great rebellion, in the success of which we all, from Massachusetts to Georgia, so heartily gloried. No.wonder that he spoke as if he were inspired. Was it not enough to inspire him to have the drawn sword of Washington, unsheathed in defence of his invaded country, immediately over his head, while the other hand of his great prototype points encouragingly to the South? Had he no
k Herald, says the furniture had been removed, except a large old-fashioned sideboard; he had been indulging his curiosity by reading the many private letters which he found scattered about the house; some of which, he says, were written by General Washington, with whom the family seems to have been connected. In this last surmise he was right, and he must have read letters from which he derived the idea, or he may have gotten it from the servants, who are always proud of the aristocracy of their owners; but not a letter written by General Washington did he see, for Mrs. S. was always careful of them, and brought them away with her; they are now in this house. The officer took occasion to sneer at the pride and aristocracy of Virginia, and winds up by asserting that this establishment belongs to the mother of General J. E. B. Stuart, to whom she is not at all related. March 18th, 1863. This evening, when leaving Richmond, we were most unexpectedly joined at the cars by our frie