Cantonment Hicks,
Raining like the recent
Federal victories,
and dark and cloudy as
the Rebel prospects,
February 19, 1862.
Hurrah for Donelson! Are not the bricks beginning to tumble
beautifully?
Glorious Holt has tears of joy filling his eyes. Johnson and
Maynard have homes and families again. The “ungenerous” advantage has been
taken!
Price, too, as we hear to-night, has at last fallen into the
trap, and that fox has lost his tail at last. I am thinking that it will be
fashionable soon, in rebeldom, for the foxes to go without their tails. In the
midst of all this, where are we? There is not even echo enough to answer the
question.
Tell D––– to keep the money raised by the theatricals for
sick and wounded soldiers, and intrust it only to such spending as shall wisely
guide it in such channels. . . . .
Howard, perchance, has seen service in this Price pursuit
and capture. Heaven send him honorable employment. He has the other things
needful.
I have, in my time, heard a great deal said of vital faith and
trust in God. I have observed very little of its practical working in life. I
must say, I should like to have it myself. The last month has been the hardest
one since I entered the service. Action, action, action, is what we want.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight, Editor, Life and
Letters of Wilder Dwight: Lieut.-Col. Second Mass. Inf. Vols., p. 198-9
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