A Spirited letter from a Virginia lady to a Lincoln Hireling.
Western Virginia, where I trust you will receive that which every invader of Virginia's soil deserves. I would have you remember that I am a Virginian; and, if I were otherwise, my sense of right., truth, and justice, teaches me ever to recoil from one who has so far forgotten his manhood; so far forgotten that he was made after the image of his God, that he engage in the most horrible outrages — plundering, aye, murdering; for such every sensible person must regard the death of Gen. Garnett, whom you speak of. Cowards that you are, you know that it was not done in an honorable way, even had it been in a just cause; and so you make a great ado about murdering the brave Garnett, whose life was worth your whole army of hirelings And the prisoners you speak of: there are a few pent up here in Camp Carlyle. I presume they are like those captured by your company of outlaws.--They are not soldiers, but private citizens taken from their homes, families — yes, and one, an old gray-headed man, was taken from the cornfield where he was at work, and why? Oh! because he was a Secessionist. No, it was because he dared be a man and assert his rights; because, forsooth, "he did not toss high in the air his cap" and shout for the Union.-- the Union of white and black. As to dressing in the clothes of the Confederates to deceive them that would only be in conformity with your former acts, which have been so noble, so brane History does not furnish a parallel. No doubt, by such disguise you may be enabled to shoot a few more in the back, whom you have not the manhood to face. No, I presume I would not recognize you in the dress; for, I doubt not that I should gaze and wonder what manner of beast could have the presumption to don the attire of a gentleman.--From the contents and style of your letter, I presume you were not aware of my sentiments. This will enlighten you on that point; also, that all intercourse between us must cease from this time.