Reminiscences of peace and war

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Preface

It will be obvious to the reader that this book affects neither the " dignity of history " nor the authority of political instruction. The causes which precipitated the conflict between the sections and the momentous events which attended the struggle have been recounted by writers competent to the task. But descriptions of battles and civil convulsions do not exhibit the full condition of the South in the crisis. To complete the picture, social characteristics and incidents of private life are indispensable lineaments. It occurs to the author that a plain and unambitious narrative of her recollections of Washington society during the calm which preceded the storm, and of Virginia under the afflictions and sorrows of the fratricidal strife, will not be without interest in the retrospect of that memorable era. The present volume recalls that era in the aspect in which it appeared to a woman rather than as it appeared to a statesman or a

philosopher.

ROGER A. PRYOR.

Chapter I Jagk

Washington in the Fifties — Literary Society during Fillmore's Administration —John P. Kennedy, G. P. R. James, Mrs. Gales, and Mrs. Seaton — Anna Cora Mowatt . . . 3

Chapter II

President Pierce's Inauguration — The New Cabinet — Mr. Marcy prescribes Court Dress with Varying Results — Jefferson Davis — Sam Houston — General Scott — Washington Irving — Adelina Patti and Mrs. Glasgow — Advice of an " Old Resident 11 and its Unfortunate Result . . 15

Chapter III

Mr. Buchanan and his Cabinet — Roger A. Pryor's Mission to Greece — The Court of Athens — The Maid of Athens — The Ball at the Hotel de Ville — Queen Victoria's Dress and Dancing — The Countess Guiccioli — Early Housekeeping in Washington 38

Chapter IV

The President at Church — Levee at the White House — A Dinner Party at the White House — Miss Harriet Lane — Lord and Lady Napier — Ball in their Honor — Baron and Madame Stoeckle — Madame Bodisco — The First Japanese Embassy to the United States .... 47

Contents

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Great Names on the Rolls of the Supreme Court, Senate, and House of Representatives — Pen Picture of Stephen A. Douglas — Incident at a Ball — Mrs. Douglas — Vanity Fair, " Caps, Gowns, Petticoats, and Petty Exhibitions "

— Decollete Bodices — A Society Dame's Opinion thereon 66

Chapter VI

Beautiful Women in Washington during Mr. Buchanan's Administration — Influence of Southern Women in Society

— Conversational Talent — Over the Demi-tasse after Dinner — Over the Low Tea-table — Hon. John Y. Mason and the Lady who changed her Mind — The Evening Party — Brilliant Talkers and Good Suppers .... 80

Chapter VII

The Thirty-sixth Congress — Stormy Scenes in the House of Representatives — Abusive and Insulting Language — Rupture of Social Relations — Visit from General Cass at Midnight — The Midnight Conference of Southern Leaders

— Nominations for the Presidency — The Heated Campaign and the " Unusual Course " of Stephen A. Douglas — Author of the Memorable Words of Mr. Seward, " Irrepressible Conflict " 93

Chapter VIII

Memorable Days in the History of the Country — A Torch-light Procession in Virginia — An Uninvited Listener to a Midnight Speech — Wedding of Miss Parker and Mr. Bouligny — The President learns of the Secession of South Carolina — Admiral Porter visits his South Carolina Friends — The Last New Year's Day in Washington — Parting Words in Congress — The Setting Sun of a Happy Day 107

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CHAPTER XII Battle of Bull Run — Life at Smithfield — General Pemberton

— First Sight of the Enemy — A Sudden Change of Base

— Battle of Williamsburg — General McClellan — General Joseph E. Johnston — Battle of Seven Pines — Richmond realizes the Horrors of War 160

Chapter XIII

The Seven Days' Battles around Richmond — Pryor's Brigade ordered to the Front — Finding a Wounded Soldier — Midnight Watch after the Fight — Work in the Hospital — Ministrations of Virginia Women — Death of a Christian Soldier — Colonel Brokenborough's Sufferings, Fortitude, and Death — Richmond saved .... 174 xii Contents

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Campaign in Maryland and Northern Virginia — Battles of Manassas, South Mountain, and Sharpsburg (Antietam) — Winter Quarters in Culpeper — Stories around the Camp-fire — Devotion to General Lee — Incidents related by his Aide, Colonel Taylor 193

Chapter XV

The Foraging Party on the Blackwater — Incidents of Camp Life — A Hazardous Experiment in "Blockade Running"

— Letter from " Agnes " — A Colored Man's Views of his own Place in Time of War — Fight on the Blackwater — Richmond Gossip from " Agnes " 210

Chapter XVI

The Bread Riot at Richmond, described by "Agnes" — Correspondence between the President, General Lee, and General Pryor — A Great Victory at Chancellorsville — General Lee's Order upon entering Pennsylvania — Cornwall's Orders in 1781 — Incident of Vicksburg Campaign — Dreadful Defeat at Gettysburg — Surrender of Vicksburg 237

Chapter XVII

The Winter of 1863-1864 — Personal Experiences — Patrick Henry's Granddaughter — The Spring and Summer in Petersburg — Famine, and Some of the Women who endured it — John tells of the Averill Raid — General Orders No. 7 — Domestic Manufactures — General Lee's Dinner

— His Service of " Plate " 251

Chapter XVIII

Siege of Petersburg — Fight at Petersburg, June 9 — General Lee arrives at Petersburg — General Grant shells the City

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— Conference of Pierre Soule, General D. H. Hill, General Longstreet, and General Pryor — Battle at Port Walthall — A German Maiden and her Lover — Substitute for Medals of Honor — A Perilous Commission — Explosion of the Mine under Confederate Fortifications . . 270

Chapter XIX

August in the Besieged City — The Dead Soldier — Return to Cottage Farm — General Lee makes his Headquarters near Cottage Farm — General Wilcox encamps in Yard and Garden — Picket Firing between Friendly Foes — New Uses for Champagne Glasses 292

Chapter XX

Capture of General Pryor — John and the Negro Trader — Expedients for the Support of my Family — A New Use for Ball Dresses — Capture of the Rev. Dr. Pryor . . 306

Chapter XXI

Christmas at Cottage Farm — Dark Days of Famine and Desertion in the Army — The Psalm of Life — A Dejeuner a la Fourchette — " Starvation Parties " — The Peace Commission — The Irish M.P. from Donegal — General Lee reveals the Desperate Condition of his Army — A Visit from General Lee 319

Chapter XXII

General Pryor's Return from Captivity — Story of his Release from Prison and Interview with Mr. Lincoln — April 2 — Defeat at Cottage Farm — Surrender of Petersburg — Entrance of Federal Troops — Personal Experiences . 338 xiv Contents

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Evacuation of Richmond described by "Agnes" — Mr. Lincoln's Entrance into Richmond as related by Admiral Porter 354

CHAPTER XXIV l

Arrival of Southern Prisoners of War — General Sheridan " knows how to make the terms for a house that suits him" — "WeVe caught Jeff Davis" — General Sheridan's Visit — Frank Expression of a Yankee Soldier — General Warren tells us of Lee's Surrender 361

Chapter XXV

Incidents and Events — Loyalty of Domestic Servants — The First Army Ration to Destitute Women — Mrs. Hartsuff — Return to Cottage Farm — A Scene of Desolation — The Lonely Vigil — Kindness of Negroes and Fidelity of Old Family Servants 372

Chapter XXVI

Tourists — The Reverend Brother and the Young People — The Army of Norway Rats — The "Met Bullets" — General Grant — The Destruction of Fortifications and Change of Base — General Pryor removes to New York City 390

Illustrations

Mrs. Roger A. Pryor. From a miniature, painted in

Rome, in 1855 Frontispiece

FACING PAGE

Lady Napier and her Sons. From a photograph by

Mrs. Stephen A. Douglas, nee Adele Coutts. From a

portrait by G. P. A. Heal)', 1865 70

Mrs. Cyrus Hall McCormick. From a portrait by

Hon. Roger A. Pryor. From a photograph, about

1870 218

General Robert E. Lee on "Traveller." From a

photograph by Miley, Lexington, Va 300

PEACE AND WAR

Chapter I Washington In The Fifties

THE Washington that I knew in the fifties was not the Washington of Dickens, Mrs. Trollope, and Laurence Oliphant. When I knew the capital of our country, it was not " a howling wilderness of deserted streets running out into the country and ending nowhere, its population consisting chiefly of politicians and negroes " ; 1 nor were the streets overrun with pigs and infested with goats. I never saw these animals in the streets of Washington ; but a story, told to illustrate the best way of disposing of the horns of a dilemma proves one goat at least to have had the freedom of the city. It seems that Henry Clay, overdue at the Senate Chamber, was once hurrying along Pennsylvania Avenue when he was attacked by a large goat. Mr. Clay seized his adversary by the horns. So far so good, but how about the next step? A crowd of sympathetic bootblacks and newsboys gathered

1 "Life of Oliphant," Vol. I. p. 109. 3 around offering advice. " Let go, Mr. Clay, and run like blazes," shouted one; and Mr. Clay did let go and did run, his senatorial coat-tails flying like pennons behind him.

But this was before my day. I remember Washington only as a garden of delights, over which the spring trailed an early robe of green, thickly embroidered with gems of amethyst and ruby, pearl and sapphire. The crocuses, hyacinths, tulips, and snowdrops made haste to bloom before the snows had fairly melted. The trees donned their diaphanous veils of green earlier in the White House grounds, the lawn of the Smithsonian Institution, and the gentle slopes around the Capitol, than anywhere in less distinguished localities. To walk through these incense-laden grounds, to traverse the avenue of blossoming crab-apples, was pure pleasure. The shaded avenues were delightful long lanes, where one was sure to meet friends, and where no law of etiquette forbade a pause in the public street for a few words of kindly inquiry, or a bit of gossip, or the development of some plan for future meetings. If one's steps tended to the neighborhood of 7th and D streets, nothing was more probable than a meeting with one of Washington's most noted citizens, — the superb mastiff of Mr. Gales, the veteran editor of the National Intelligencer ■, as the dog gravely bore in a large basket the mail for the office. No attendant was needed by this fine animal. He was fully competent to protect his master's private and official correspondence.

He had been taught to express stern disapproba-

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tion of Democrats ; so if a pleasant walk with him was desired, it was expedient for members of that party to perjure themselves and at once announce : " I am an ' Old- Line Whig,' old man," and the dog's tail would wag a cordial welcome.

Omnibuses ran along Pennsylvania Avenue, for the convenience of Senators, Congressmen, and others on their way to the Capitol, — but the saunter along the avenue was so charming that I always preferred it to the People's Line. There were few shops. But such shops! There was Gait's, where the silver, gems, and marbles were less attractive than the cultivated gentleman who sold them ; Gautier's, the palace of sweets, with Mrs. Gautier in an arm-chair before her counter to tell you the precise social status of every one of her customers, and what is more, to put you in your own ; Harper's, where the dainty, leisurely salesman treated his laces with respect, drawing up his cuffs lest they touch the ethereal beauties ; and the little corner shop of stern Madame Delarue, who imported as many (and no more) hats and gloves as she was willing to sell as a favor to the ladies of the diplomatic and official circles, and whose dark-eyed daughter Leonide (named for her godmother, a Greek lady of rank) was susceptible of unreasoning friendships and could be coaxed to preserve certain treasures for humbler folk.

Leonide once awoke me in the middle of the night with a note bidding me " come tout de suite" for " Maman " was asleep, the boxes had arrived ; and she and I could peep at the bonnets and choose the best one for myself. Thus it was that I once bore away a " divine creation " of point lace, crepe, and shaded asters before Madame had seen it. Otherwise it would have been reserved for Miss Harriet Lane or Mrs. Douglas. Madame had to' know later ; and Leonide was not much in evidence the rest of that season. At Madame Delarue's, if one was very gentil, very convenable, one might have the services of Francois, the one and only hair-dresser of note, who had adjusted coronets on noble heads, and who could (if he so minded) talk of them agreeably in Parisian French.

All these were little things ; but do not pleasant trifles make the sum of pleasant hours ? Washington was like a great village in those days of President Pierce and President Buchanan. To obtain the best of the few articles to be purchased was an achievement.

My own pride in the Federal City was such that my heart would swell within me at every glimpse of the Capitol : from the moment it rose like a white cloud above the smoke and mists, as I stood on the deck of the steamboat (having run up from my dinner to salute Mount Vernon), to the time when I was wont to watch from my window for the sunset, • that I might catch the moment when a point on the unfinished dome glowed like a great blazing star after the sun had really gone down. No matter whether suns rose or set, there was the star of our country, — the star of our hearts and hopes.

I acknowledge that Wisdom is much to be desired of her children, but nowhere is it promised

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that they will be the happier for gaining her. When my lot was cast in Washington, Wisdom had not taught me that the White House was less beautiful than a classic temple. To be sure, Dickens had called it " like an English club-house," — that was bad enough, — but Mark Twain had not yet dubbed it " a fine, large, white barn with wide handsome grounds around it." " The President lives there," says Washington Hawkins. "It is ugly enough outside, but that is nothing to what it is inside." To my uneducated eye the East Room with its ornate chandeliers, fluted pillars, and floriated carpet was an audience chamber fit for a king. A triumph of artistic perfection was the equestrian statue of the hero of New Orleans, now known to be out of all proportion, and condemned as " bad " and " very bad" by Wisdom's instructed children. Raising his hat, indeed ! Why, any man in that position would be holding on to the mane with both hands to keep from sliding off. And as for the Capitol — the sacred Capitol i From foundation to turret it was to my eye all that genius and patriotism could achieve. The splendid marbles at the entrance, the paintings, the bas-reliefs within the rotunda, — these were things to boast of, to dream of. Not yet had arisen our irreverent humorist to warn us never to enter the dome of the Capitol, " because to get there you must pass through the great rotunda, and to do that you would have to see the marvellous historical paintings that hang there and the bas-reliefs, — and what have you done that you should suffer this ? "

When our friends came up from Virginia to make us visits, it was delightful to take a carriage and give up days to sight-seeing ; to visit the White House and Capitol, the Patent Office with its miscellaneous treasures ; to point with pride to the rich gifts from crowned heads which our adored first President was too conscientious to accept ; to walk among the stones lying around the base of the unfinished monument and read the inscriptions from the states presenting them; to spend a day at the Smithsonian Institution, and to introduce our friends to its president, Mr. Henry ; and to Mr. Spencer Baird and Mr. Gerard, eminent naturalists, who were giving their lives to the study of birds, beasts, and fishes, — finding them, Mr. Gerard said, " so much more interesting than men," adding hastily, " we do not say ladies," and blushing after the manner of cloistered scholars ; to tell them interesting things about Mr. Gerard who was a melancholy young man, and who had confided to me that he had sustained a great sorrow. Had he lost his fortune, or been crossed in love, was he homesick for his native Switzerland ? Worse than any one or all of these ! He had been sent once to Nantucket in the interests of his profession. There he had found a strange fish, hitherto unknown to science. He had classified its bones and laid them out on his table to count them. In a moment's absence the housemaid had entered and dusted his table.

Then the visits to the galleries of the House and Senate Chamber, and the honor of pointing out the great men to our friends from rural districts; the

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long listening to interminable speeches, not clearly understood, but heard with a reverent conviction that all was coming out right in the end, that everybody was really working for the good of his country, and that we belonged to it all and were parts of it all.

This was the thought behind all other thoughts which glorified everything around us, enhanced every fortunate circumstance, and caused us to ignore the real discomforts of life in Washington : the cold, the ice-laden streets in winter; the whirlwinds of dust and driving rains of spring ; the swift-coming fierceness of summer heat ; the rapid atmospheric changes which would give us all these extremes in one week, or even one day, until it became the part of prudence never to sally forth on any expedition without " a fan, an overcoat, and an umbrella."

The social life in Washington was almost as variable as the climate. At the end of every four years the kaleidoscope turned, and lo ! — a new central jewel and new colors and combinations in the setting.

But behind this " floating population," as the political circles were termed, there was a fine society in the fifties of " old residents " who never bent the knee to Baal. This society was sufficient to itself, never seeking the new, while accepting it occasionally with discretion, reservations, and much discriminating care. The sisters, Mrs. Gales and Mrs. Seaton, wives of the editors of the National Intelligencer, led this society. Mrs, Gales's home was outside the city, io Reminiscences of Peace and War

and thence every day Mr. Gales was driven in his barouche to his office. His paper was the exponent of the Old-Line Whigs (the Republican party was formed later) and in stern opposition to the Democrats. It was, therefore, a special and unexpected honor for a Democrat to be permitted to drive out to " the cottage " for a glass of wine and a bit of fruit-cake with Mrs. Gales and Mrs. Seaton. Never have I seen these gentlewomen excelled in genial hospitality. Mrs. Gales was a superb old lady and a fine conversationalist. She had the courteous repose born of dignity and intelligence. She was literally her husband's right hand, — he had lost his own, — and was the only person who could decipher his left-hand writing. So that when anything appeared from his pen it had been copied by his wife before it reached the type-setter. A fine education this for an intelligent woman ; the very best schooling for a social life including diplomats from foreign countries, politicians of diverse opinions, artists, authors, musicians, women of fashion, to entertain whom required infinite tact, cleverness, and an intimate acquaintance with the absorbing questions of the day.

Of course the levees and state receptions, which were accessible to all, required none of these things. The role of hostess on state occasions could be filled creditably by any woman of ordinary physical strength, patience, and self-control, who knew when to be silent.

Washington society, at the time of which I write, was comparatively free from non-official men of

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wealth from other cities who, weary with the monotonous round of travel, — to the Riviera, to Egypt, to Monte Carlo, — are attracted by the unique atmosphere of a city holding many foreigners, and devoted not to commercial but to social and political interests. The doors of the White House and Cabinet offices being open on occasions to all, they have opportunities denied them in their own homes. Society in Washington in the fifties was peculiarly interesting in that it was composed exclusively of men whose presence argued them to have been of importance at home. They had been elected by the people, or chosen by the President, or selected among the very best in foreign countries ; or they belonged to the United States Army or Navy service, or to the descendants of the select society which had gathered in the city early in its history.

During the Fillmore administration there were peculiar elements in Washington society. The President was born of poor English parents. At the age of fifteen he was apprentice to a wool-carder in Livingston County, New York, representing in his father's mind no higher hope than gradual advancement until he should attain the proud place of woollen-draper. But at nineteen he had entered a lawyer's office, working all day, teaching and studying at night. When he became President his tastes had been sufficiently ripened to enable him to gather around him men of literary taste and attainment. John P. Kennedy, an author and a man of elegant accomplishments, was Secretary of the Navy. Washington Irving was Kennedy's friend, and often his guest. Lesser lights in the world of letters found Washington an agreeable residence. We knew many of these men, and among them none was brighter, wittier, or more genial than G. P. R. James, the English novelist whose star rose and set before i860. He was the most prolific of writers, " Like an endless chain of buckets in a well," said one ; " as fast as one is emptied up comes another."

We were very fond of Mr. James. One day he dashed in, much excited : —

"Have you seen the Intelligencer? By George, it's all true ! Six times has my hero, a ' solitary horseman,' emerged from a wood ! My word ! I was totally unconscious of it ! Fancy it ! Six times ! Well, it's all up with that fellow. He has got to dismount and enter on foot : a beggar, or burglar, or pedler, or at best a mendicant friar."

" But," suggested one, " he might drive, mightn't he?"

" Impossible ! " said Mr. James. " Imagine a hero in a gig or a curricle ! "

"Perhaps," said one, "the word 'solitary' has given offence. Americans dislike exclusiveness. They are sensitive, you see, and look out for snobs."

He made himself very merry over it; but the solitary horseman appeared no more in the few novels he was yet to write.

One day, after a pleasant visit from Mr. James and his wife, I accompanied them at parting to the front door, and found some difficulty in turning the bolt. He offered to assist, but I said no — he was

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not supposed to understand the mystery of an American front door.

Having occasion a few minutes afterward to open the door for another departing guest, there on his knees outside was Mr. James, who laughingly explained that he had left his wife at the corner, and had come back to investigate that mystery. " Perhaps you will tell me," he added, and was much amused to learn that the American door opened of itself to an incoming guest, but positively refused without coaxing to let him out. " By George, that's fine ! " he said, " that'll please the critics in my next." I never knew whether it was admitted, for I must confess that, even with the stimulus of his presence, his books were dreary reading to my uninstructed taste.

A very lovely and charming actress was prominent in Washington society at this time, — the daughter of an old New York family, Anna Cora (Ogden) Mowatt. She was especially interesting to Virginians, for she had captivated Foushee Ritchie, soon afterward my husband's partner on the editorship of the Richmond Enquirer. Mr. Ritchie, a confirmed old bachelor, had been fascinated by Mrs. Mowatt's Parthenia (in "Ingomar") and was now engaged to her. He proudly brought to me a pair of velvet slippers she had embroidered for him, working around them as a border a quotation from " Ingomar " : —

"Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one."

And oh, how angry he was when an irreverent voice whispered one word, " Soles ! "

" Cora must never hear of this," he declared indignantly ; " she is, beyond all women, incapable of double entendre, of coarse allusion."

Alas ! I cannot conclude my little story, " And they were married and lived happily ever after." They were married — and lived miserably — and were separated ever after. The single thought was how they could best escape each other — and the two hearts beat as one in the desire for freedom.

" The shadow of the coming war was even then beginning to darken the land and confuse legislation with bitter partisanship and continuous attempts at an impossible compromise," but, alas ! our eyes were holden so we could not see.

Chapter II

president pierce's inauguration

ON the 4th of March, 1853, Franklin Pierce was inaugurated President of the United States. This was an exciting day for me. My husband had written articles for a Virginia paper which had won for him a place on the editorial staff of the Washington Union, and was now in a position to break a lance with my friends, Messrs. Gales and Seaton. Mr. Pierce had liked his articles in the Union, and sought his acquaintance. A friendship rapidly followed which was a happiness to us both. So when some member of the staff of the Democratic organ must be consulted about the inaugural address, the President had sent for my young husband and had taken counsel with him.

I was delighted when I received an invitation from my good friends of the Smithsonian Institution to join them in a pleasant room opening on a balcony and overlooking Pennsylvania Avenue, where we were to have a collation and witness the parade. My husband's sixteen-year-old sister, Fanny, was with me, and she was literally wild with delight. The rest of the party were Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Baird, little Lucy Baird, Mr. Gerard, and Mr. Turner. Little eight-year-old Lucy was the belle of the occasion ; so wise in scientific matters, knowing so much about " specimens " and " extinct species " that we felt ourselves heavy and ignorant beside her. " Come now, Lucy," said Mr. Turner, " I expect you to take care of me on this occasion. These are painful scenes for an Englishman. When you see the Continental troops coming, give me the wink, and I'll slip away and stir the punch. Those are the fellows who whipped the British ! "

The elements frowned upon the change of administration. The sun was blanketed with dark clouds, from which the snow fell thickly — not a soft, enfolding snow, but snow driven by an angry wind. The crowd in the avenue was immense ; swelled by the presence of the largest number of strangers ever before gathered at an Inauguration, the majority of whom were members of the mighty army of office-seekers from the party recently come into power. From the White House to the Capitol, windows, balconies, and roofs were thronged ; and the sidewalks of the avenue were filled with a motley crowd of men, women, and children, foreigners, government clerks, and negroes.

About twelve o'clock the boom of a great gun announced the moving of the procession. The throng in the streets surged toward the gates of the Capitol, and " lined up " on either side awaiting the arrival of the cortege. Carriages filled with women and children, some of them with the emblazoned panels of foreign ministers, passed rapidly in advance of the cavalcade — the police actively engaged the while in keeping the waiting crowd

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within bounds. Presently distant music was heard, and a mighty cheer announced the near approach of the escort. Six marshals in gay scarfs led the procession. Then came the " flying artillery," drawn by fifty or more horses. An interval, and then platoons of soldiers of diverse battalions filled square after square, and band after band of martial music mingled with the cheers of the crowd.

We were all out now on the balcony, little Lucy keenly alert. Presently she touched Mr. Turner on his arm and he fled ! The Continentals were passing.

Following these, in an open carriage drawn by four fine horses, came our President : the youngest, handsomest President we had ever elected. As he neared our balcony we stood up, waved and cheered, and threw him flowers, and so winning in their enthusiasm were little Lucy (her mind being now quite at rest about Mr. Turner) and my own young sister, that the President rose and bared his head to us.