As you like poetical avenges I will give you one of the
amusing sort. Yesterday at the Union League Club a newmade friend said: “I am
going to have you introduced at —— Club; it is the most exclusive here, and by
courtesy you will have admission for a month. I have a particular reason for
this. You know the T——ms, and I do too. They are men who think all mankind
ought to bow down to them. They can't understand why you should have this
appointment, and Bill sneers a little at it, but is evidently annoyed. He is a
member of the Club and I want you to meet him there.” So I have promised to be
introduced as soon as my accomplished Major Hunt arrives. Won't I have fun!
Last evening I went to a most enthusiastic meeting of colored men, and made a
short speech, reminding them of the divine compensation of John Brown's advent
at Harper's Ferry, in return for Captain Pate's raid, and Colonel Montgomery in
South Carolina in return for Buford.
We have a camp at Chelten Hills, nine miles from the
Continental; a beautiful location I am told. I named it Camp Wm. Penn. The
Quakers wince, but I tell them it is established on peace principles; that is,
to conquer a lasting peace.
SOURCE: Preston Stearns, The Life and Public
Services of George Luther Stearns, p. 302
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