BOOK II

"I hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide!"

                                           Monday, June 16th, 1862.

There is no use in trying to break off journalizing, particularly in

"these trying times." It has become a necessity to me. I believe I

should go off in a rapid decline if Butler took it in his head to

prohibit that among other things.... I reserve to myself the privilege

of writing my opinions, since I trouble no one with the expression of

them.... I insist, that if the valor and chivalry of our men cannot

save our country, I would rather have it conquered by a brave race than

owe its liberty to the Billingsgate oratory and demonstrations of some

of these"ladies." If the women have the upper hand then, as they have

now, I would not like to live in a country governed by such tongues. Do

I consider the female who could spit in a gentleman's face, merely

because he wore United States buttons, as a fit associate for me?

Lieutenant Biddle assured me he did not pass a street in New Orleans

without being most grossly insulted by ladies. It was a friend of his

into whose face a lady spit as he walked quietly by without looking

at her. (Wonder if she did it to attract his attention?) He had the

sense to apply to her husband