CAMP NEAR RAPPAHANNOCK
STATION, November 16, 1862.
To-day is Sunday. No church bells, or stream of well-dressed
people on their way to church, or eloquent appeals from the pulpit for us poor
fellows, doomed to practically set aside some of the most prominent of God's
laws, in reference to charity and love to our neighbors.
No orders have yet been received for our division to move,
though it is understood Burnside's project has been approved and the movement
towards Fredericksburg has commenced. I suppose some time in the course of
to-day, or perhaps in the night, our orders will come. I have seen no one since
leaving Warrenton, not even Reynolds, who has spent most of his time at that
place pow-wowing with the big Indians, so that I am not posted up in
plans, hopes, or fears. Seymour has been relieved from duty with this army, at
his own request, that he might go to a warmer climate. He left us this morning.
Seymour was an excellent soldier, of good judgment, cool courage, and in time
of action of great and valuable assistance, as I found at South Mountain and
Antietam. As these are considerations of the utmost importance, his loss will
be seriously felt by me. I have now but one brigadier under me, and he a
promotion from one of the Reserve regiments — a very good man. The other two
brigades are commanded by colonels, both West Pointers — one, Magilton, the
other Sinclair, a young officer of artillery, will, I think, prove efficient
and of assistance.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 1, p. 328-9
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