August 23, 1863.
It must be very strange, traveling to Cape May in a railroad
car, though I have no doubt, after you get there, everything, as you say, looks
like old times. I wish dearly I could be with you, to enjoy the breeze and the
luxurious bathing in the surf, to say nothing of the great fun of building
forts in the sand with dear Willie, Sarah and Henrietta.1 But such
happiness is denied me, and all I can do is to hope you will enjoy yourselves
and benefit by the trip.
To-day is Sunday. I attended service this afternoon, held by
the chaplain of the regiment attached to my headquarters. It was a mongrel sort
of service, being made up from our service and the Presbyterian. He made a
short and pertinent discourse. We never have had the right kind of men for
chaplains in the army. They mostly come apparently only for the pay, and either
do nothing, or else make themselves obnoxious by interfering in matters they
have no business with.
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1 Children of General Meade.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 2, p. 144-5
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