One act stamped itself on his mind.

The dinner ended with a wonderful dish of nuts and raisins, and just before the party rose from the table Mrs.Grant asked the waiter to bring her a paper bag.

Into this she emptied the entire dish, and at the close of the evening she gave it to Edward "to eat on the way home." It was a wonderful evening, afterward up-stairs, General Grant smoking the inevitable cigar, and telling stories as he read the letters of different celebrities.

Over those of Confederate generals he grew reminiscent; and when he came to a letter from General Sherman, Edward remembers that he chuckled audibly, reread it, and then turning to Mrs.
Grant, said: "Julia, listen to this from Sherman.

Not bad." The letter he read was this: DEAR MR.