Home, 4th April, 1865.
My Dear Charles,
— I thought of you all the day yesterday as the news of the crowning mercy came
rolling in. The merchants and brokers in Wall Street came out of their dens and
sang Old Hundred and John Brown. From the high windows at the Harpers' where I
sat the sky was brilliant and festal with innumerable flags. Fletcher Harper
came to me, and said, “How glad I am we did not beat at Bull Run, for then
Slavery would not have been abolished, and we should have been worse off than
before.” My dear boy, who is equal to these things? We hear that the Major
Mills who has fallen is your young cousin. Ah me! what heart-breaks salute our
triumphs. You will be very sober in your joy.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
187-8
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