Headquarters Army Of The Potomac, February 16, 1864.
I reached camp yesterday about 4 P. M., but was so much
engaged talking to those who came to see me that I had no time to write to you.
I had a grand sleep last night in my old buffalo robe, and feel a great deal
better to-day, the cold in my head being much better. Indeed, it may be
imagination, but I think getting back to camp has been decidedly beneficial,
notwithstanding I arrived in a snow storm and that it has been very cold
to-day. My friend Lyman had a big fire in my tent all day before I came.
By-the-by, Lyman tells me his father-in-law, Mr. Russell, studied law in your
father's office, and remembers you very well. If you see Colonel Bache, you can
tell him Lyman is the son of his old friend, as Lyman tells me his father was
Mayor of Boston and married a Miss Henderson, of New York.
I have been overwhelmed with business and papers to-day.
Among others, I have some fifteen applications for autographs and cartes-de-visite.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 2, p. 165-6
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