A letter from F. W. P. at dinner, September 2. Says father told him I had been exchanged as it was arranged. Tells me of Arthur's capture. Arthur and I were eating a good dinner together when it was received. The time passes much more quickly than it did. Beautiful moonlight nights now, too bad to be shut up within prison bars. I hope the next moon I shall see on salt water. I am tired of seeing it reflected on this river and canal. My leg pains me a great deal to-day and to-night. We play, poker — six.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 138