Army Life in Texas. — A friend of ours
has just shown us a letter from an officer of the “Army of
Occupation,” stationed at Corpus Christi. The writer is in what may
be termed “a peck of trouble,” and pours forth his grief in the manner
“To tell you that I care a fig for you,
or for any one else just at this time, would be to falsify most
“demnibly” as Mr. Mantellini would say. I am covered over an inch
thick with disgust! We are going to foot it to the Rio be– blow’d, my
wife has quit writing to me, I am in bad luck at the Tiger, my
horse has chow’d his rope and run away, old — is trying to be friendly
with me, and I am perfectly miserable in every way. The last
affliction in the catalogue of my woes is the worst of all. There is
an old say about its being always the darkest the hour before day:
perhaps the sun of prosperity may shine out tomorrow – I may get a
letter from my wife, my horse may come back, and old — may arrest me.
Yours in crape, &c., &c.
Source: The Daily Picayune,
February 24, 1846, p. 2, col. 3.