December 20, 1861

We went over to hold court, and had just been seated when we got the order to prepare for review. We adjourned and I got back just as the Regiment was moving off. The review was by Gen. Burnside at last. The New York. Camp Union, near Annapolis Md.
December 20, Friday, continued 1861. 57th came just in time on double quick. Burnside is a fine, sharp, dark eyed looking man, and rode a beautiful horse. He has black hair and whiskers along the side of the face. The review passed finely in the same order, as the other days I spent the afternoon in looking of McClellans bayonet exercise. This evening Gib and I went to town, called at Dr Claude, to see Miss Burton, but she was not at home. Going along the street we met a miserable looking white [man?], worse with whiskey, who was asking a negro wench to go home with (him). "I don't want company" "I can see myself home." We went into the National Hotel but recently opened. I remembered the last time I was in here, sick and weak and miserable. I enjoyed the hospitality of Mr Monroe and his pretty little wife. Last Spring - I had been officer of the guard all night - attack witih diarrahea - he took me there - put me in the nicest whitest bed so it seemed to me - I had not seen a bed for [three?] weeks - and told me to sleep until 2 o'clock when they dined - I had been in bed but an hour when he came and awakened me, saying that he was sorry to disturb me, but that orders to march had reached the Regiment. I had been sent for. I jumped and with a [larity?], at which he seemed surprised - & with a cup of tea I bid them goodbye - my last look was at his pretty wife. I got a glimpse of them as the Regiment marched past. He has gone to Frederick where he has a female seminary in successful operation. He moved about two weeks before we came here.