North Shore, 28th August, '64.
Frank wrote me, or printed rather, in large and remarkable
capitals, a letter the other day. I enlivened the tranquil circle here by
calling it a Capital letter, — a little work of mine which I dedicate to Jane.
Probably you are not aware that I am myself the latest little work of Madison
University. Blushes forbid me to write that that discriminating institution has
done for the least of your friends what Harvard did for that other celebrated
scholar, Andrew Jackson. Yesterday I received a letter with a very large green
seal, addressed “G. W. C, LL. D.!” Oh my prophetic soul! I have long called
Frank and Zib Doctor.
I say not a word about the war, but did people ever deserve
success at the polls less than the Union party? Two years ago I was the only
Lincoln man I knew hereabouts, and I have come round to the same position. Yet
he will be elected, or we are dreary humbugs.
Good-by, dear boy. I am more cheerful than ever, for within
two months we shall see the whole force of treason North and South, and if we
sink 't is to see what we shall see! I shall not be able to write on Peace —
luckily for you. It will be a good text for J. R. L. Give him my love, if he is
with you, and to all the dear ones.
Your friend the doctor sends his benediction.
SOURCE: Edward Cary, George William Curtis, p.
181-2
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