Washington, May 13, '61.
I feel confident I am all right for a commission in the
first batch of civilians — since my application none have been given except to
the graduating class of West Point. When I am fairly appointed, I shall want
you to send me a copy of “Oakfield”1 with your love and fondest
wishes — in exchange perhaps I will send my photograph. Although I did
not consult you, dear, in coming here, I was very glad indeed to have your
letter and Father's approving. I think, too, you will agree that I am right in
trying to enter the regular army, even with lower rank than I might get in one
of the three-year regiments. I have thought from the first — and in this I am
confirmed by what I see here — that while the volunteers will furnish
fully their share of military talent, and more than their share of food for
powder, it will fall mainly on the Regular organization to keep the
armies in the field and to keep them moving. Military science I have absolutely
none, — military talent I am too ignorant yet to recognize, — but my education
and experience in business and in the working of men may, if wanted, be made
available at once in the Regular army: the Acting Commissary for this
whole military district is only a Lieutenant of Artillery. Of course I am too
old to be tickled with a uniform, and too apathetic to get up such a feeling
against the worst traitor among them as to desire personally to slay him — but,
like every young soldier, I am anxious for one battle as an experience: after
that, I shall be content to bide my time, working where I can do most service
and learning all I can from observation and from books. I believe no one is
more anxious to see the Government “go through” than I am — I want to see the
Baltimore traitors put on trial at once, and armed rebellion everywhere crushed
out; but I cannot help feeling that the task is a long one and of uncertain
issue — and whether we are to have a long war and subdue them, or a short war
and a separation, it is evident that the Army is to assume a new position among
us — it will again become a profession. Hence my anxiety to get into the
Artillery: if the change is to come, I want to be in position to take the best
advantage of it.
I have no doubt that Jim on duty at the Arsenal2
has a far better experience of military realities than I have here. The
Government troops parade here and crowds stare at them — in Alexandria (six
miles off, — I was down there last week) the Virginia troops parade and crowds
gape at them, — as to fancying any hostile relation between them, it is
almost impossible, and yet I firmly believe there will be a collision within
three weeks.
My room-mate, Stewart, was at Richmond (protected by an
English passport) last Friday — drove all about the town and visited the camps
in the neighborhood: he reports them to be in quite large force and very
anxious for a fight, thoroughly convinced that they were fighting the battles
of Freedom!
[On the envelope.]
I shall always hail from Massachusetts hereafter.
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1 Oakfield, a story of army
life in India, by an officer, the brother of Matthew Arnold, which seems to
have created a stir in England at the time.
2 The wise precaution of guarding the
Massachusetts Arsenal at Cambridge from traitorous injury or theft had been
taken, and a volunteer company largely composed of Harvard students and
graduates was stationed there.
SOURCE: Edward Waldo Emerson, Life and Letters of
Charles Russell Lowell, p. 206-8, 403
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