Washington,
June 17, 1861.
My Dear Mary: . . . After being at home three days, I left
by the afternoon boat of Saturday, 15th, for New York, where I was obliged to
remain all Sunday till 6 P.M. I did not find Mr. Grinnell, unluckily, who is
out of town for the summer. In the night I came on to Washington, reaching here
at six this morning. I went up to the State Department in the forenoon, and had
the merest moment of a conversation with Mr. Seward, who begged me to come and
dine with him to-day at seven, and requested, as it was his despatch day, to
defer all further colloquy until then. I had afterward a very brief interview
with the Secretary of War, Cameron, to whom Governor Andrew begged me to give
some information concerning Cobb's battery of flying artillery, which is of
more interest to the War Department than to you, so I will not enlarge on that
subject. I also introduced Tom, who had something to communicate concerning
Gordon's regiment; and the secretary took occasion to say that Massachusetts — and,
indeed, all New England — did everything so well that improvement seemed
impossible, and that the country was more indebted to it than could ever be
repaid for its conduct in the present crisis.
Afterward I saw a small crowd waiting on the pavement, and Lee,
who was with us (and who, as you know, has a place in the War Department), told
me that they were waiting to see General Scott come out of his office. It
reminded me of the group I so often saw in Piccadilly waiting to see Lord
Palmerston come out. We stood looking on, too, and very soon he appeared. He
has a fine, soldierly, and yet benignant countenance, very much resembling Dr.
Reynolds in face as well as stature, and not seeming much older than he.
Presently Lee, who knows him very well, went up and mentioned my name. He
turned round with much vivacity, with his hand stretched out very cordially,
and expressed himself very happy to make my acquaintance, being pleased to add
that my writings were “an honor to the age.” Of course I say these little things
to you because it will please you and the children. He asked us to come and see
him of an evening, and I certainly shall do so as soon as possible.
No one here knows what the plans of the campaign are; all is
conjecture. You will see by the papers that go with this that Harper's Ferry
has just been evacuated by the rebels. Those with whom I converse seem to
imagine that the plan is to strengthen and improve day by day the great national
army, gradually surrounding the rebellion by an impenetrable cordon, and thus
compelling them, by sheer exhaustion, to lay down their arms before the close
of the year. The blockade, bankruptcy, and famine, it is thought, will be
potent enough without many very severe pitched battles. The show of force is
already so imposing and so utterly beyond any previous calculation of the
rebels that they are thought to be rapidly demoralizing, while, on the other
hand, every day strengthens the government. There are at least 100,000
well-furnished government troops here and in the immediate neighborhood, or
within twelve hours' march, and they are coming daily. The government has
plenty of money, plenty of men, and is constantly improving its commissariat
and arranging all the details of a great war. It has entered into no man's head
that the rebellion is not to be put down. I doubt not that the English
government have been fully informed upon this point now, for when I expressed
this sentiment just now to Lord Lyons, he responded, “Certainly not; it is only
a question of time.”
I went to see him after leaving Mr. Seward. In fact, Seward
was kind enough to send me there in his carriage. I found him little changed
from the Dresden days, except that he has grown stouter. He was very cordial,
frank, and friendly, and we had a long and full conversation on American
affairs. He was himself sure that every thinking person in England would
deplore a rupture between the two countries as a calamity too painful to
contemplate, and that all his efforts would be to avert it.
There is a review of 8000 government troops on the sacred
soil of Virginia going on just now. General McDowell invited us to go. My
dinner engagement prevents me, but Tom has gone. The town is full of troops. A
Massachusetts regiment left Boston the day we did, and a Michigan regiment
arrived the same day. All are enlisted for the war just now. There is no lack
of good officers. McClellan, who commands the Western Division and is next to
Scott, is very competent to command the whole if anything should happen to the
veteran. But of that there seems no fear. He looks vigorous, healthful, and
young. There seems nothing senile about him.
To-morrow we are going across the Potomac to see the
encampments, the fortifications, etc. Pay no heed to anything you may see from
time to time of intentions of the rebels to attack Washington. They are as
likely to attack Boston. The thing I believe to be utterly out of the question,
although Scott would like nothing better than that they should try it on.
I dine with Lord Lyons to-morrow, and I dare say I shall
spend the rest of the week here. I have not quite decided whether to go to
Fortress Monroe or not, but probably shall do so. Secretary Cameron has given
us a pass recommending us especially to the commander of troops, etc., etc. I
may as well repeat what I said in my last, that here, as in Boston, every one
to whom I speak thanks me for the article in the “Times.” Lord Lyons said it
was considered the principal document in the whole affair, and the French minister
said the same thing. Everybody says it has done much good, and it most
sincerely rejoices me to hear it.
SOURCE: George William Curtis, editor, The
Correspondence of John Lothrop Motley in Two Volumes, Library Edition,
Volume 2, p. 136-40
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