Wheelock G. Veazey to Julia A. Veazey
Genl. Gage & Mr. Cilley of Manchester & two other gentlemen have been
here. I was at dinner. They stopped but a short time, had a very pleasant call
fr them. They have gone down to Falls Church. They offered to take something to
you but I could think of nothing small to send, & did not want to burden
them with anything cumbersome. Wish yr Father had come with them. Why don’t he
take a trip round here? If you have not sent my things, you need not till you
here fr me again. I have strong suspicions that something big will be done very
soon. In fact I believe
Secessionism will receive its death blow before another Sunday. All is kept secret except for a few whisperings, but I got hold of something more direct a day or two ago. The plan is matured, but may be changed. It seems to me about perfect & must result successfully I think. I said nothing to those gentlemen that called, about it. If the plan is acted upon & with success, it will probably be considered the greatest military move ever made. Aint I in luck to be here. It is glorious. I cant sleep nights as I think of it. My wishes seem about to be realized. I.E. to be in a magnificient battle. Dont be alarmed at all about me. I believe
I shall go through safely. I could not at any rate resist the temptation to be present at any cost. God grant me strength equal to the emergency. It will be a glorious day, even to those who fall. But I wont say too much, for we may be disappointed. If we have a battle dont be alarmed at the first reports, no matter what they are, about me, wait a month at least, before you believe anything bad. Major Seaver has gone home for two week, left Washington to-day. My horse is very sick but getting better I think. Is old Pike of the class of /58 at Nashua? I should like to hear him preach once. Are his sermons as long as he is?
Has he grown much grey fr his early piety? Give my regards to him & tell him Edwards & Butler are just as familiar to me as when I was in college. It is so cold I cant write. If nothing turns up this week I shall get a stove. My trenches don’t warm up enough. I hope darling when I write again I shall have merited the spurs, & can send a splendid report. You can continue to write as yr letters will reach me anywhere. I must get ready for dress parade.
Yr own devoted husbandW. G. Veazey