he said, the chiefs, when they were pleased with what he was saying, would exclaim Ough! Asiough! Waugh! as much as to say, "that is good." I hope the legislature will adjourn soon, for I much desire to be at home with you all.

Your affectionate father,

D. S. DICKINSON.

GOV. BUCKINGHAM TO MR. DICKINSON.

HARTFORD, April 8, 1863.

DEAR SIR-Accept my thanks for your kind congratulations-not personal only, but for our whole country. We are indebted for our victory to just such patriots as you, who have thought less of their party than of their country.

Very respectfully yours,

W. W. BUCKINGHAM,

MR. DICKINSON TO MRS. MYGATT.

ALBANY, April 10, 1863.

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MY OWN DEAR MAI-I am indeed a bird of passage. went to Connecticut and spoke six evenings in succession; came back to Albany, spent one day, went to Washington, reached there at ten A. M., did business till six P. M., started homeward, did all my ordinary business here, spoke three days in the Court of Appeals, made a speech at Tweddle Hall, went Wednesday to Johnstown, and prosecuted a murder trial two days, came back here last evening, have another cause in the Court of Appeals that I am watching, and some expect to speak in New York to-morrow, if I can get away. Won't that do for an old fogy? I had a letter from Nellie inquiring anxiously for you and Johnnie, as she had not heard from you recently. I trust you will soon return to the Orchard.

I shut my eyes and harden my heart, and long for the time to come when this legislature will expire, so that we can go "home again." Write often, dear Mai, and give much love to all. I have been so exceedingly busy that I have not

written as much to you at home as usual, but I do not forget you. Love a thousand times.

Your affectionate father,

D. S. DICKINSON.

MR. DICKINSON TO MR. DUKEHART AND OTHERS.

ALBANY, April 14, 1863.

Messrs. JOHN DUKEHART, THомAS R. RICH, and DANIEL C. BRUCE, Committee, &c.

GENTLEMEN-I have just returned to this city from a few days' absence, and find your invitation of the 7th inst., requesting me to address the Loyal Union League of Baltimore on the 20th.

The exceedingly complimentary, kind, and cordial terms of your note demand and shall receive my most thankful acknowledgments. Such generous and partial approbation of my humble services to the cause of Union, Constitution, and Government, repay all my labors ten fold, and turn aside and strike down the poisoned arrows which are sped by the vota ries of treason. I regret most sincerely that I shall not be able to comply with your request. There is no place where I would rather speak than in the Monumental City, for I feel that I should there be inspired by a double portion of the spirit of liberty. The legislature of this State, with which at present I am officially connected, will close its session at or about the time of your meeting, but probably not before, and I cannot be absent.

I am rejoiced that you have inaugurated a movement so sublime and commanding. Its influence will be felt throughout our extended country. It will cheer the spirit of loyalty everywhere, and will cause the gorged and bloody genius of this murderous rebellion to reel and quake. I am proud to acknowledge as brethren all who are for the unconditional crushing of this rebellion and the maintenance of the Union, and all who unite in regarding as traitors those who by thought, word, or deed would embarrass government and encourage treason.

The question at issue is between free government and

the tyrannies and aristocracies of earth; and the wretched leaders who darkly conspire for the destruction of our Union and the subversion of our Constitution, and who forced rebellion upon their people, are the mere pimps and butchers of monarchy in disguise. It will be a mighty struggle, but the Constitution will prevail; hecatombs of victims may be offered, but not in vain, for conspiracy, treason, murder, and all the lesser villainies will finally come to judgment. Cotton, which was to have been crowned king by European accomplices in honor of the Iscariots who betrayed their country to crucifixion, will be degraded to the position of a mere subject; and slavery, the pretence for the war, will make its exodus from the political Egypt through a Red Sea of blood. It will give gibbets and jails and halters and pillories and exiles to its leaders here, and freedom and equality and life and vigor to the masses of the Southern people. Our country, when it has finished this work, as it will, will leap forward a century at a single bound. The votaries of king-craft abroad will, for their reward, find themselves a century nearer their disgracful doom than they would have been but for these great trials of the popular elements. Their instruments here, whether on the battle-field or the meaner field of political warfare, will be forgotten, except for the wrongs they have perpetrated; and the people of this Union, stretching onward toward a hundred millions of souls, will be prosperous, peaceful, and happy.

Sincerely yours,

D. S. DICKINSON.

MR. DICKINSON TO MRS. YALE.

ALBANY, April 15, 1863.

MY DEAR DELIA-I will employ this familiar address until you admonish me that I am taking a liberty unauthorized. Your notes have just been received, and read with that interest which I shall ever feel in everything that emanates from your pen.

I confess to a high and holy friendship for you, and have always spoken of you before my marriage, and since, to Mrs. D., as a person in whom I felt an unusual and touching inter

est. I had said so much of you to her before your first letter, that she needed no introduction, and now she feels great anxi ety to make your personal acquantaince, and will write you soon. She has been for a long time an invalid, but she writes with great beauty and facility. She is still in New York. Here it is noisy and tumultuous, but Mrs. Courtney resides in a quiet part of the great city, and there she is free from company when she chooses to be, and from excitement, and the ups and downs of the political capital. I go down every few days to spend the Sabbath with her.

I hope you will write me often, and as freely as our mutual friendship and early esteem demands and justifies; and I will add the pure and heartfelt pleasure experienced at a time. of life when the sun is declining beyond the hills, and evening is gathering around her curtain, at the renewal of early ties. The domestic and social affections are all there is of heaven on earth, and their pure and sacred indulgence in interchange of thoughts, of kindred sympathies, of assurances of friendship and regard, of holy charities, and, far as may be, casting flowers in the pathway of those we love, is as high a duty as it is a powerful pleasure.

I have a large correspondence with persons far and near, of all ages and both sexes; and, though crowded with business. and worn with application and exhausted with mental fatigue, there is not a day, I do not hesitate to declare, that it does not constitute one true source of enjoyment. When separated from Mrs. D. I usually write her every day. We all write each other often.

Write soon. I am here alone, and the voice of friendly regard soothes and consoles my spirit.

Your affectionate friend,

D. S. D.

MR. DICKINSON TO MRS. DICKINSON.

THE ORCHARD, Monday, April 27, 1863.

MY DEAR LYDIA-God be praised! I am once more at the dear Orchard home, and find all well. When I leave home at the commencement of a dreary winter, I never do so without

fearful forebodings-for who can tell what is in the future every coming moment, and the more so for one of our long, desolate winters,-and when I am permitted to return, I try to be thankful to heaven. It looks sunny and pleasant here. the lawns are green and everything is inviting. They were all delighted to see me-the boys wild with excitement. It is lovely here, and would seem much more so if you were with me, for then it would be home indeed.

The ten o'clock morning train is on now. It is a mail train, and reaches here at half-past seven. All wish to see you, and send worlds of love. May heaven bring you safe home.

Your affectionate husband,

D. S. DICKINSON.

MR. DICKINSON TO MRS. MYGATT.

No. 60 WALL ST., June 2, 1863.

MY DARLING MARY-Your dear note, so replete with beauty and affection, has just been received. I am proud that you and all the beloved ones are pleased with my Albany speech. It was hurriedly made and carelessly reported, and I am all the more glad that it has elements enough for your admiration left.

Every parent should leave some inheritance to children. It is my highest ambition to leave to mine, not a surfeit of perishable, vulgar, material wealth, which seldom elevates or ennobles, but a name which will pass into history for its integrity in life, and its patriotism in a crisis which tried men's souls.

I know, my dear child, your generous and confiding love; and although I may think your partiality has set a higher estimate upon the production than its merits will justify, yet I am none the less affected or flattered. I am always more solicitous of what those nearest and dearest to me think of my efforts than I am what the world will say or think. When you are as much accustomed to newspaper blunders as I am, you will care as little about it. It is, after all, "of no consequence."