Washington, August 8, 1863.
My dear Wife. All as well as usual, and no particular trouble any way.
I put the money into the Treasury at five per cent, with the privilege
of withdrawing it any time upon thirty days' notice. I suppose you are
glad to learn this. Tell dear Tad, poor "Nanny Goat," is lost;
and Mrs. Cuthbert & I are in distress about it. The day you left Nanny
was found resting herself, and chewing her little cud, on the middle of
Tad's bed. But now she's gone! The gardener kept complaining that she destroyed
the flowers, till it was concluded to bring her down to the White House.
This was done, and the second day she had disappeared, and has not been
heard of since. This is the last we know of poor "Nanny"
The weather continues dry, and excessively warm here.
Nothing very important occurring. The election in Kentucky has gone
very strongly right. Old Mr. Wickliffe got ugly, as you know, ran for Governor,
and is terribly beaten. Upon Mr. Crittendens death, Brutus Clay, Cassius'
brother, was put on the track for Congress, and is largely elected. Mr.
Menzies, who, as we thought, behaved very badly last session of Congress,
is largely beaten in the District opposite Cincinnati, by Green Clay Smith,
Cassius Clay's nephew. But enough. Affectionately