February 17, 1863.
The fate of the country is being settled in this lull. If it
awakes divided, we have a long, sharp fight before us all. The instinct of union,
if not stronger than that of liberty, in this people, as Mr. Seward once said,
is yet too strong to be squelched like a tallow dip. There was never but one
government that merely tumbled down and died, and that was Louis Philippe's! We
are too young, and the government has been too long consciously a general
benefit, to allow such a result here. Even Vallandigham, braying to Copperheads
in New Jersey, is obliged to say that he is for union. John Van Crow has jumped
to the dominant tune, and the wayward sisters are rebels to be put down. The “Herald”
is afraid of the “Express” and “World” for rushing reaction into absurdity, and
plants itself square upon war. Bennett told Mahoney, when he asked him to print
his letter, that he was a damned fool.
When the question is fairly put, “Shall we whittle this
great sovereign power down to a Venezuela or Guatemala?” if the soul of the
people does not snort scorn and defiance, then good-night to Marmion.
I feel steadily cheerful, and yet, as you know, I am a traveler,
not a recluse.
Do you mean that you have evacuated West Chester finally?
What says MacVeagh? My friendly regards to him if ever you write.
Faithfully yours,
George William Curtis.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
163
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