PETERSBURG, VA., April 23, 1850.
MY DEAR L. L.—We
left Richmond this morning, and reached here about noon. At Richmond, I saw
"O'Connor's child," whom you saw last summer at Norwich, and who sent
his respects to you. I have had so far the "uppermost rooms at feasts, and
greetings in the markets." I cannot get a moment to write. There have been
hundreds calling to be introduced, and I have been so busy shaking hands that I
could do nothing else. Last evening, a fine moonlight evening, as I was
returning from Senator Mason's (don't laugh now), some of the most touching and
beautiful music greeted me that I ever heard. It was a negro singing "Lucy
Neal," and accompanying it with his banjo. I stopped some time to listen
to him, and was charmed with the plaintive melody. We leave for Wilmington this
evening.
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