Daniel S. Dickinson to Lydia Knapp Dickinson, February 12, 1858

WILLARD'S HOTEL, WASHINGTON,}

February 12, 1858. }

MY DEAR LYDIA—I was delighted last evening to receive your letter, with one from Lydia enclosed, and this morning a beautiful one from dear Mary at Cortland. I reached here Tuesday evening quite well, and was greeted with many a cordial welcome. Finding that it was levee evening, I went to the White House, and on Wednesday evening to Mrs. Floyd's reception. Yesterday all the Cabinet ladies "received," and I submitted to the infliction of going all round.

I dined with Mr. Corcoran, with rather a brilliant party, at six; returned at half past nine, and went to Marshall Hoover's party, and stole away at half past eleven and returned to the hotel.

All our acquaintances inquire for you, Lydia, and Mary, with much interest. I dine with the President to-day at six; Miss Lane, whom I saw at the levee and sat next at Mr. Corcoran's, sends you her kind regards, also to Mary. I have not yet reached my cause, and may not until the middle of the week. I am quite glad Mary did not come now. Washington has improved much in its externals, as you saw last spring; and its parties are far more showy and pretentious than formerly, but the gaiety is so much allied to dissipation that it is absolutely alarming. It is deplored exceedingly by the reflecting and sensible; but there is no arresting it, and no escape. What society has gained in show it has lost in heart, and is fast copying the worst forms of European extravagance. The ladies look worn and jaded; I have conversed with some who view it as I do. I would not have our darling Mary in this maelstrom of dissipation without her mother or some discreet lady friend, for any consideration I could name. I have seen nothing so well calculated to disturb and derange the rational moral sense of the young in my whole life.

I shall not be able to write you often, for I am terribly run down, and you must take the will for the deed. Give much love to all, particularly Charlotte and the little boys.

Very affectionately,

D. S. DICKINSON.

SOURCE: John R. Dickinson, Editor, Speeches, Correspondence, Etc., of the Late Daniel S. Dickinson of New York, Vol. 2, pp. 508-9

Funeral of Willie Lincoln.

The funeral of Master William W. Lincoln occurred yesterday at the White House, at two o’clock, p.m. His friends and acquaintances were previously allowed the sad pleasure of a last look, in the Green Room, where lay his remains, clothed in accustomed pants and Jacket, with white collar and wristbands turned over the dark cloth of the Jacket. On his breast rested a wreath of flowers; another lay near his feet, while a beautiful bouquet was held in his hand—the flowers composing wreaths and boquet [sic] being the queenly camellias, with azalias [sic] and sprigs of mignonette, and ivy leaves and other evergreens interspersed in the wreaths. White azalias and sprigs of mignonette were disposed about the body. The beautiful boquet in his hand was reserved for his sorrowing mother.

A plain metallic case, of imitation rosewood, was inscribed, William Wallace Lincoln. Born December 21st, 1850. Died February 20th, 1862.”

The frames of the mirrors, and the East and Green Rooms, were covered with black crape, and the glass with white crape. The funeral service was conducted by the pastor of the President, Dr. Gurley, in a very impressive manner. There were present, members of the Cabinet, foreign ministers, members of Congress, army and navy officers, and many citizens and ladies. After the service, the body was placed in a vault in the Oak Hill Cemetery, Georgetown.

SOURCE: “Funeral of Willie Lincoln,” National Republican, Washington, D. C., Tuesday, February 25, 1862, p. 2, col. 1