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    Brookline March 15th

    Dear Mr. Lee

    I suppose I shall
    just accomplish one letter to
    you before you come home, when
    I meant to write so many. Real
    winter has only just begun in
    the way of snow and a decent
    temperature we country people
    have had a very hard time
    trying to amuse themselves and
    make believe it wasn't a hum-
    bug, as for me I have been
    spreeing it in town for a
    month with Clover and a
    few days with Mary Hig. I was
    there during the Mclellan ex-
    citement which was beyond
    everything I remember and as
    an expression of genuine feeling
    from the soldiers and rough

    men it was very nice but
    Beacon St. laid down and begged
    to lick his shoes. "They say" he
    detested it and it is only fair
    to hope he did. I did not see
    him for I had only two chances
    both of which involved a degree
    of dress I couldn't aspire to–
    one kindly person I forgot asked
    me to come and "look over the
    stairs" as he was going to a
    dinner party but I thought
    it would be kind of like
    lying under a circus tent to
    see the 'orses 'oofs and gratefully
    declined. The women treasured
    up their gloves which had shaken
    hands with him and cut off
    his hair and saved just as
    they always do. The young woman
    in New York cut off his hair
    and taking another lock from
    her bosom exclaimed "This I
    have worn for 4 years but this I shall wear forever!" Where does
    this element of excitement hide
    itself in times of serenity in
    Boston I wonder? It always
    seems such a quiet dignified
    little place and all of a sudden
    uprises everybody in a wild
    state of rapture about somebody.
    When I was at Mary Higs I
    went to the Sunday tea at
    your father's, Henry Higginson
    came home while I was there
    looking very brown and pleasant
    as usual. He is just as nice
    as he can be and Frank is
    going to be just like him, as
    far as pleasantness goes. He has
    gone into the negro regiment as
    2 nd lt. to be under Robert Shaw.
    If he can learn to get up early
    and be patient with the
    poor nigs I think he will
    get on finely. How I hopethat undertaking may succeed,
    it is no use to ask people
    about their experience for half
    the men like Edward Hooper
    and Robert Shaw say the
    negroes behave with discretion
    and fidelity and the other
    half say they are utterly
    superficial and discipline is
    in vain and this comes some-
    times from men who have
    gone to the war as abolitionists
    and come home proslavery
    though I shouldn't think any
    experience would change a
    man's principles should you?
    They are getting up a "Union
    Club" in Boston of which w Mr.
    Josiah Quincy was the nominal
    president and Mr. Everett is
    the real one. They are never
    going to say anything against
    the government (shouldn't youthink conversation would flag?)
    and are to oppose both publicly
    and privately all seditious re-
    marks & Mr. Elliot Cabot was
    quite interested in it at first
    but he has decided not to join
    now because they have not
    done as they said they should.
    It is in opposition to the Somer-
    set Club, of course where however
    some latent spirit is yet to
    be found for a man who
    drank Jeff Davis's health the
    other day was knocked down
    and obliged to retract his
    sentiments. Boston has been
    "springing to" in earnest with
    regard to engagements, first
    came Harry Russell and Mary
    Forbes which is very slow I
    think but don't tell I said
    so and then Robert Shaw
    and Miss Annie Haggerty whom I never saw only I
    know she ought to be a noble
    woman to marry Mr. Shaw
    and then Harriet Appleton
    and Mr. Greely Curtis, she looks
    like a kind of woman made
    for emergencies not for every
    day, and then comes what
    has transfixed us all (I mean
    we girls) with amazement
    and delight, Effie Shaw and
    Mr. Charles Lowell. She saw
    him for the first time on
    the 8 th Dec. and I should
    be kind of scared if I didn't
    know Effie Shaw who knows
    her own mind thoroughly.
    They are a most romantic
    looking couple and I like
    him very much only he
    is a little too argumentative
    Mr. Harry Lee says he is
    the Alexander Hamilton of the present day. I have rattled on
    to the 7th page and never said
    one word of Chestnut Hill. I
    was there day before yesterday
    but everybody was gone to drive
    Mrs. Lee and I always talk
    over the regiment's affairs just
    as Mrs. Cabot s & I do and one
    Sunday evening she read me
    all she could of your letters.
    Levy Saltonstall's death made a
    great impression on all the
    children I think it did on
    everyone who knows them, Mr.
    Saltonstall looks very sad
    I believe he said he loved Levy
    better than any of the rest
    of his children. Until now
    we have had such a hard
    winter for playing outdoors I
    haven't seen half enough of the children. Mary and
    Frank and I dine tomorrow
    at Mrs. Harry Lee's. I dine
    with Mr. and Mrs. Elliot Cabot
    every Thursday and we always
    talk about the 44 th and you
    all. He says he has only
    one letter from you and that
    you hate letterwriting please
    then don't write to me for
    I like to write and am
    willing to take the will for
    the deed. I feel just as if
    I were gabbling to you so
    please don't be too particular.
    What paeans we shall sing
    when you come home!

    Your loving friend
    Grace Heath

    [Postscript]

    Don't think I am not a firm
    Mclellanite (as far as I know
    anything about it) because I am
    even despite of my rock of ages Mr. Cabot's
    changing. I don't know whether you like
    him or not and am only satis-
    fying my own conscience GH.