CAMP NEAR FALMOUTH, VA.,
April 25, 1863.
George's1 panniers arrived yesterday. They are
certainly very elegant affairs and I presume Master George got his pay in
Washington to enable him to indulge in such luxuries. I have for my use two
champagne baskets covered with canvas, but young lieutenants are far ahead of
generals now-a-days.
The extraordinarily bad weather continues. It seems as if it
would never stop raining, and until it does, we must remain quiet. I cannot
hear anything of the movements of the cavalry. The last I heard they were up
the Rappahannock, detained by the rains, and I take it for granted they are
there still.
I join most heartily with you in prayers and wishes for this
terrible war to be brought to a close; but I fear our prayers and wishes will
avail but little. If I could only see the country alive to the magnitude of the
war, and efforts being made to exert and use the superior resources in the way
they should be employed, I might have some hopes that the war might be
terminated by our success. Let us hope matters will turn out better than we
have a right to expect. War is a game of chances and accidents. A little
success on our part will have a great influence to bring things to a right
condition, and I think the spirit of this army is to try hard to be successful.
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1 Son of General Meade.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 1, p. 369
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