Headquarters Del. Dept.
Wilmington, Del., July 28th, 1863.
My dear Mother:
That I have not written you more punctually, the enclosed carte-de-visite
must be my excuse. At last I have fulfilled my promise, and I trust the
result may prove satisfactory to you. The carte was promised last
Thursday, but only furnished yesterday. “There's a twist to your nose” says the
ingenuous artist, while taking his preliminary surveys. “Perhaps you fell down
once, and injured it.” I answered mildly that I had no recollection of such a
catastrophe. “Well,” he says, “it isn't straight anyway.” Then adding with a
sigh, “There are very few things that are straight in this world.” I suppose
that this philosophic photographer is right.
After all I am going to be present to-morrow at Horace's
wedding. There really is so little doing, that I feel as though I could absent
myself for a couple of days with propriety. The General says “All right,” so I
shall go on to-night at 11:30. You have not written whether it is your
intention to be present. It would be a great pleasure to me if I should find
you among the guests. Never mind, Fall is near at hand, and my stay in the army
is hastening to an end. I have much leisure time to read, and as it is long
since I have had such an opportunity, I am indulging myself in books with a
vengeance. My previous visit to New-York was merely to vary a little the
monotony of Wilmington life, by the excitement of the mob-rule then prevailing
in the former city. I there met Charley Dodge, who was serving as Chief of
Cavalry on Gen. Wool's staff. Charley contrived to give me some little
employment, but all I did was not much in amount.
I dined a few days ago at ———'s. ——— is a capital good
fellow, but painfully lazy and objectless. Much attention and kindness has been
shown us since we have been here by the Union people. Unionism means something
in a slave state. The most violent secessionists would not venture to express
half the disloyal sentiments that one hears from pretty good Union people in
Connecticut. The Union people here, from their position, are forced to take
such strong ground as to make the sentiment of New England seem cold by
comparison. Much love.
Most affec'y.,
Will.
SOURCE: William Chittenden Lusk, Editor, War Letters
of William Thompson Lusk, p. 291-2