There is raly a great deal of Union sentiment in this city. I
see it on ev'ry hand.
I met a man to-day--I am not at liberty to tell his name, but
he is a old and inflooentooial citizen of Richmond, and sez
he, "Why! We've bin fightin' agin the Old Flag! Lor' bless
me, how sing'lar!" He then borrer'd five dollars of me and
bust into a flood of teers.
Sed another (a man of standin' and formerly a bitter rebuel),
"Let us at once stop this effooshun of Blud! The Old Flag is
good enuff for me. Sir," he added, "you air from the North!
Have you a doughnut or a piece of custard pie about you?"
I told him no, but I knew a man from Vermont who had just
organized a sort of restaurant, where he could go and make a
very comfortable breakfast on New England rum and cheese. He
borrowed fifty cents of me, and askin' me to send him Wm.
Lloyd Garrison's ambrotype as soon as I got home, he walked
off.
Said another, "There's bin a tremendous Union feelin here from
the fust. But we was kept down by a rain of terror. Have you
a dagerretype of Wendell Phillips about your person? and will
you lend me four dollars for a few days till we air once more
a happy and united people."