National Military Home
Montgomery County, Ohio.
Aug. 17th, 1889
Major L. F. Rice,
Yours of August 12th was received yesterday and I hasten to make reply. It will give me pleasure to furnish you the history of incidents coming under my observation while in New Orleans, and will send them to you as fast as I can write them out. The following will indicate what the character of some are.
Miss Maggie McLinn was a very pretty-looking, young lady whom I met one morning on Canal Street. I turned a little to the right and she did not turn at all and her dress touched me. At the instant of our meeting she spit spitefully on my coat sleeve and stood with a look of contempt not more than a yard from me. My first impulse was to give her a sharp stroke with my sword, but a sight of her beauty and the wonderful variety of sacred emblems she wore prevented such action. A squad of provost guard was near and I directed the sergeant in command to detail two men as escort for the young lady to my office in the Custom House. Hearing what I said she took from the reticule on her arm a nicely written card, called the colored boy following her, handed him the card and bade him give it to me. The card had on it: “Maggie McLinn, 120 Rossian Street, New Orleans, La.” Dismissing the sergeant I reported the circumstance to General Butler. Without a word he wrote General Order No. 28, the order considered very insulting to New Orleans ladies. Ten days later I received an elegantly written invitation from Miss Maggie to dine at her father’s table at any soon convenient day, also to bring with me a personal friend. The note ended “By command of my Father.” The General said “accept.” With courteous acceptance Miss Maggie was informed of the day to expect her guests. My friend was a Captain in the 14th Connecticut and we went at the appointed time. The residence was enclosed inside a ten feet high board fence containing about two acres of land. Ringing the street door-bell, a colored servant opened the door just far enough to receive my card. Two minutes later the door was thrown wide open and we were asked to enter. Before us forty yards away on the porch of his house stood a magnificent gentleman — Judge McLinn — to greet us with a hearty welcome. Half an hour we listened to an historical account of Louisiana before it became a state, when the bell announced dinner. Conducting us into the parlor the Judge introduced us to Mrs. McLinn and Miss Maggie. In a dignified manner the Judge announced the occasion for our visit. He had recently learned of the unlady-like act done by his daughter to me and wished her to apologize. This satisfactory duty done and accepted, we were conducted into the dining room. A liveried colored waiter stood behind each chair. The Judge sat at one side with his lady opposite. Miss Maggie at his left with the Captain and myself opposite her. More than an hour was dinner continued while several courses with three kinds of wine were served and “Cape Noir it fromage” to close with. An hour we spent in the flower garden. Mrs. McLinn on the arm of the Captain, Miss Maggie on mine, and the Judge intelligently explaining the wonderful floral beauty surrounding us. As evening approached we took leave with courteous adieu. This took place in the month of April. In the following September, while seated in my office, a gentleman with two ladies were announced. As it was before regular office hours, I went myself to ascertain who the early callers were, and, to my great astonishment, found Judge McLinn, his wife and Maggie waiting in the reception room. Going back to my office the occasion for that early morning call was soon declared. They had come to swear everlasting allegiance to the glorious “stars and stripes!’ The oath administered, a happy half hour made friends for me of that once rebel family.
A cordial invitation to dine with them or call at any time was gratefully accepted. Two years later I enjoyed the pleasure of witnessing the marriage ceremony that made Maggie the happy wife of Lieutenant Eugene Hale, U. S. Navy. Should you consider this worthy a place in “Memorial Anecdotes” I will gladly furnish more. The voyage to New Orleans is plainly pictured in my mind and will be the topic for my next communication. Other matters will follow until the entire time in covered, inclosed I hand you $2.25 for which please send me a Badge of coin silver with silver chevrons attached. I will assist you all possible. With kindest regards to all comrades you may meet,
E. P. Andrews
National Military Home
Montgomery County, Ohio
August 22nd, 1889
Major L. F. Rice,
My memory has become so utterly demented that what I may happen to write seems to be considered as entirely unreliable.
Please not send me the Badge, as I now feel totally unworthy to wear it.
E. P. Andrews.