5th. I have received a letter this morning from Mary, very bright and
cheerful. She writes: “Yesterday was quite a day of rejoicing here over the
President's Proclamation. The Mayor (Lloyd Greene) ordered the bells to be
rung, and cannons to be fired.” Nearly all in this house where we are boarding
are Southern people, or Southern sympathizers. I am very quiet and seldom make
any remark. A Baltimore gentleman remarked to me the other day, “I do not
believe you are an Abolitionist, you don't look like one.” I merely replied “Ah?”
A lady sitting opposite me said “I have seen the meanest Yankees, they
are all so mean.” As she looked at me, I drew up and answered, “You are
unfortunate. I, on the contrary, have met many a noble-hearted Yankee.” “Oh!”
said she, “so have I. I was born in New England.” So it goes.
Well, the morning is passing rapidly away, and I have to go down to the
Everett House to see Mrs. Tyler. The morning is charming. I hope you are
enjoying it. Your last letter was sad, it was written with a sick heart, so I
long anxiously for another. I do not think an hour passes, when I am awake,
that my thoughts are not with you. Lilly unites with me in dearest love to you.
We are all so anxious to see you, sometimes I fancy I hear your step
approaching, but it is only fancy after all.
Good-bye my own dear son, may God bless and guide you.
Very lovingly,
Mother.
Kind regards from all to Dr. McDonald.
SOURCE: William Chittenden Lusk, Editor, War Letters
of William Thompson Lusk, p. 265-6
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