What a beautiful day for our Confederate President to be
inaugurated! God speed him; God keep him; God save him!
John Chesnut's letter was quite what we needed. In spirit it
is all that one could ask. He says, “Our late reverses are acting finely with
the army of the Potomac.1 A few more thrashings and every man will
enlist for the war. Victories made us too sanguine and easy, not to say
vainglorious. Now for the rub, and let them have it!”
A lady wrote to Mrs. Bunch: “Dear Emma: When shall I call
for you to go and see Madame de St. André?”
She was answered: “Dear Lou: I can not go with you to see Madame de St. André,
but will always retain the kindest feeling toward you on account of our past
relations,” etc. The astounded friend wrote to ask what all this meant. No
answer came, and then she sent her husband to ask and demand an explanation. He
was answered thus: “My dear fellow, there can be no explanation possible.
Hereafter there will be no intercourse between my wife and yours; simply that,
nothing more.” So the men meet at the club as before, and there is no further
trouble between them. The lady upon whom the slur is cast says, “and I am a
woman and can't fight!”
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1 That is, the Confederate (not the Union Army of
the Potomac, which had been known officially as the Army of Northern Virginia
since October 1861.
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 132-3
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