Seminary, Alexandria, La., Jan. 22, 1860.
Dear Little Minnie:
I have not written to you for a long time, but I have sent many messages to you
and the children through your Mama, but as my letters have come very
irregularly, I suppose mine to you have also been very irregular. It has rained
very hard here, and the roads are so bad, that the stage which brings the mail
can hardly travel. We have no railroads here and no telegraphs.
Our school began the day after New Year's and every day
since cadets have been coming, sometimes one and sometimes two a day. I have to
write many letters to their fathers and mothers, who think I must take
particular care of their children, but I cause all to be treated just alike.
They all recite every day in algebra, French, and Latin, besides which we drill
them like soldiers an hour each day. At present I help the other professors,
but after a while that won't be necessary, and therefore I will have more time.
We now have fifty young men, some of whom are only fifteen years old and some
are men, but all of them eat, sleep, study, and recite their lessons in this
building.
We put three or four in a room. All have their beds, which
they make on the floor; at daylight they make up their beds, roll them up and
strap them. They then sweep out their own room, and study their lessons till
breakfast at seven o'clock, then they commence to recite and continue reciting
till 4 p.m. when they are drilled an hour. At sundown they get supper and study
their lessons till 10 o'clock, when all go to bed and sleep till day-light.
They all seem to like it very much, and the governor of the
state is much pleased at our arrangements and system. He has made a message to
the legislature, recommending much increase, and that suitable buildings should
be erected for me and another professor, who has a family. If the legislature
will do this then I will see that we have a good house, so that next year you
and Mama, Lizzie, Willie, Tommy, and the baby will all come down to Louisiana,
where maybe we will live all our lives. I think you will like it very much.
There is no snow here now. We had snow only two days this
winter, and there is plenty of good wood, but to-day it was so warm we did not
need fires at all. The grass is beginning to grow, and the trees begin to look as though we would soon have flowers,
but generally the leaves do not sprout until about March.
I find the professors here very nice gentlemen, especially
Mr. Boyd and Mr. Smith. Mr. St. Ange is a real Frenchman, and we laugh a good
deal at his oddities. Mr. Vallas has a family, several boys and one fine little
girl about three years older than you. I know you will be nine years old when
you get this letter. . .
Your Loving Papa.
SOURCE: Walter L. Fleming, General W.T. Sherman
as College President, p. 125-7
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