CAMP PIERPONT, VA., November
22, 1861.
I received yesterday your letter of the 17th, with its
enclosure, the "Loves of Harlequin and Columbine," which I read with
much pleasure. The papers, I presume, have given you glowing accounts of the
Grand Review. I should have been delighted for you to have seen it, as I
expect, to an outsider, who could go where he pleased and take in all the
views, the sight must have been very grand, particularly when the troops began
to march past the reviewing officer. You will see from my account to your mother that we who took part in it, like the frogs in the fable, had but little
appreciation of the fun we were affording others.
I got a letter to-day from old Potter. He is quartermaster
in Chicago, up to his eyes in business, spending, he says, sometimes over a
hundred thousand dollars a day. He begs to be remembered to your mother and
yourself, and says that Detroit is no longer the same place, and that he never
expects to have such nice times again as he had on the survey under me.
Altogether, his letter exhibits quite a gratifying amount of feeling.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George Gordon
Meade, Vol. 1, p. 229-30
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