Well! Sue's gone and we've had a perfect success in the
wedding, with only one thing to mar our enjoyment of the day. This morning
three gentlemen appeared and asked Father, for the Governor, to be Provost
Marshal of Richmond, Queens and Suffolk Counties, and he refused the offer.
Mother, Nellie and I felt dreadfully because we thought of the great good he
might do, and of the dreadful rascal who will probably be put in, but he felt
he couldn't do it well (of course he'd do it better than anyone else they give
it to), and I think, too, that Rob's advice had something to do with it, for he
said that it required a military man and that he knew Father couldn't do it.
Rob went back this afternoon, not much wanting to,
certainly, dear boy. It must be dreadfully hard to go away from this nice,
homey house into cold, weariness and fighting.
SOURCE: William Rhinelander Stewart, The
Philanthropic Work of Josephine Shaw Lowell, p. 37
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