Home, 28th December, 1861.
The New London business was utterly dreary. The audience was
fair, the best they had had, as they kindly say to every lecturer, but the
course is a failure. I came away at twelve, midnight, and slept and waked,
cold, back to New York. The wind had blown the water out of the Connecticut
(high old Yankee river!) so that we lay for three hours upon the shore. I was
not very sorry, for it prevented our arriving before dawn, and I came in upon
mother and E. and N. at nine o'clock to breakfast.
I have just read the correspondence of Seward. It seems to
me admirable and honorable. He puts it upon a true ground, — that we, in like
circumstances, should demand reparation and apology. It is calmly and well
argued, and the conclusion is ingenious and masterly. We have nothing to be
ashamed of. Our pride may be wounded, but our honor is untouched. The third and
last trump card of the rebellion has failed.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
152
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