CAMP PIERPONT, VA., February
23, 1862.
I did not go into town yesterday; there was an order
requiring at least two generals to remain with each division. So that Reynolds
and myself remained. I have not heard how the ceremonies came off, but the
weather was unfavorable and the death at the White House had cast a gloom over
the city.1 For my part I consider the propriety of rejoicing
somewhat questionable. In the first place, because we are not yet out of the
woods, and, secondly, the character of the war is such, that though I
undoubtedly desire success, yet I do not feel we can or should triumph and
boast as we would over a foreign foe. If we ever expect to be reunited, we
should remember this fact and deport ourselves more like the afflicted parent
who is compelled to chastise his erring child, and who performs the duty with a
sad heart. Some such feeling must have prevailed in Congress yesterday, for I
see Mr. Crittenden's motion prevailed at the last moment, dispensing with the
presentation of the flags captured.
I do not know what to make of our new Secretary. I do not
like his letter to the "Tribune" and many of the speeches attributed
to him. He appears to me by his cry of "Fight, fight — be whipped if you
must, but fight on," as very much of the bull-in-a-china-shop order, and
not creditable to his judgment. To fight is the duty and object of armies,
undoubtedly, but a good general fights at the right time and place, and if he
does not, he is pretty sure to be whipped and stay whipped. It is very easy to
talk of fighting on after you are whipped; but I should like to know, if this
is all, how wars are ever terminated? I fear the victories in the Southwest are
going to be injurious to McClellan, by enabling his enemies to say, Why cannot
you do in Virginia what has been done in Tennessee? They do not reflect that
the operations in Tennessee are part of the operations in Virginia, and that
all will come in good time; but in their insane impatience to come to an end,
they think, because we have been victorious once or twice, we are never to be
defeated.
We sent out an expedition yesterday to reconnoitre and see
if anything could be discovered of the enemy. They went some eight or ten miles
and returned. The officer in command tells me to-day his men are entirely used
up, and an ambulance, which is designed to carry three men with one horse,
could hardly get along empty with three horses attached. You can imagine from
this the character of the roads, and the practicability of a forward movement,
and this has been the case ever since the 7th of last month, when the thaw
commenced. I hear there is great opposition in the Senate to the confirmation
of our friend "Baldy." I don't think they will succeed in rejecting
him, but they have fought so hard that his friends on two occasions have
thought it advisable to postpone taking a vote. I cannot ascertain whether I
have passed or not, and am so indifferent that I have not taken the trouble to
inquire of any one who might be able to inform me.2 My name was
published in a list of those said to have been confirmed, but it is now said
that list was wrong. I don't know of any probable opposition, unless my friend
Zach Chandler3 should think proper to enlighten the Senate on his
Detroit experience of my unreliability.4 I think Howard, though,
would be an antidote to his bane.
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1 Death of President Lincoln's son.
2 Nominated for brigadier-general U. S. Vols.
3 Zachariah Chandler, senator from Michigan, and
afterward a member of the congressional committee on the conduct of war.
4 General Meade's refusal to attend a mass
meeting of the citizens of Detroit to take the oath of allegiance to the United
States. See page 214.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 1, p. 247-8
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