Rode down town this morning to see Dr. Winsor, whom we left
sick. He is much better; will be out in a few days.
I invited George Wheatland (of Salem), Major of the
Forty-eighth, to dine with me this evening. We dine at six. I gave him a very
good dinner. We used the new mess pail; just right for three. I had a pork
steak off a young pig, French bread, which Jacques gets in Baton Rouge, and
chocolate, which the latter makes very well, fried sweet potatoes, guava jelly,
boiled rice, butter, and for dessert, figs, coffee, and cigars, and a
thimbleful of whiskey. He said it was the first decent dinner he had had since he
left Boston. The mail came this evening too, a letter from Mother and one from
Anna and Nellie Putnam.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William
Francis Bartlett, p. 80
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