Headquarters Army Of The Potomac,
Burksville, Va., April 13, 1865.
Yesterday, as soon as I reached here, where there is a
telegraph, I telegraphed to City Point to enquire about Willie,1 and
received a reply from the medical officer in charge of the hospital that Willie
had left the day before for Washington, doing well, the ball having been
extracted. You can therefore imagine how shocked I was about midnight to get a
despatch from Sandy Dallas, at Washington, stating Willie had died on the
passage. I presume he must have died of hemorrhage, or some of those secondary
causes that suddenly occur in gun-shot wounds. What a dreadful shock for his
poor wife and your mother, and how it will mar the exultation of our recent
victories!
Willie had established a high character for himself, and was
doing so well that it seems hard he should be thus suddenly taken off. My God,
what misery this dreadful war has produced, and how it comes home to the doors
of almost every one!
I have written you fully, urging on you patience and
resignation. Popular fame is at best but ephemeral, and so long as one has a
clear conscience that he has done his duty, he can look, or at least should
look, with indifference on the clamor of the vulgar.
I have received a very kind letter from Cortlandt Parker,
and I enclose you one received to-day from Mr. Jay, of New York, so that I am
not entirely without friends, though the few I have render them the more
valuable. But, with or without friends, we ought to be happy so long as God
spares our lives and blesses us with health, and our consciences are clear that
we have done all we could. I trust we will soon have peace, and then I may be
permitted to return to you and the children. This will compensate me for all I
have gone through.
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1 Brother of Mrs. Meade.
SOURCE: George Meade, The Life and Letters of George
Gordon Meade, Vol. 2, p. 272
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