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"My Dear Fitzhugh: I am very sorry to learn from your letter of the 18th, received this morning, that Tabb is sick. I hope that it will be of short duration and that she will soon throw off the chills. The mountain doctors, however, do not understand them as well as the lowland, and are apt to resort to the old practice.
I had hoped to go down this spring, but I fear the dilatoriness of the workmen in finishing the house, and the necessity of my attending to it, getting the ground inclosed and preparing the garden, will prevent me. I shall also have to superintend the moving. In fact, it never seems convenient for me to go away. Give much love to F , my daughter Tabb, and grandson.
Indeed, he had not recovered his strength when Lucy wrote a few days ago, and her account makes me very uneasy about him. Bolling, 'Miss Melville, and all friends. All here unite with me in love to you, Tabb, and the boy, in which Mildred is included. "Your affectionate father, "R. E. Lee. "General William H. F. Lee."
He and his wife were ardent admirers of General lee, and had often expressed a great desire to see him, so Mrs. Tabb kindly gave them this opportunity. They were charmed with him, and, writing to their friends in England, declared: "The greatest event in our lives has occurred we have seen General Lee."
"And you're Tabb's child. . . . You don't tell me that was Lijah Tabb, as used to be master o' the Uncle an' Aunt?" "I don't tell you anything," said the child, and added, "he's a different man altogether." "That's curious now." Captain Cai walked on a pace or two and halted again. "But you're Tabb's child," he insisted. "And, by the trick of his voice, if that wasn't Lijah "
Tabb was anxious to give a general reception that day in his honour, so that all the old soldiers in the country could have an opportunity of shaking hands with him, but at the General's request the idea was abandoned. Several persons were invited to meet him at dinner, among them the Rev. Mr. Phillips, an Englishman, the rector of Abingdon, an old Colonial church in the country.
They are so much engaged with the collegates that Custis and I see but little of them, but he could compete with the YEARLINGS, which we cannot. Tell my daughter Tabb, her father is here, very well, and dined with us yesterday. Give my much love to grandson. He must not forget me. I have a puppy and a kitten for him to play with. All send love. "Truly your father, "R. E. Lee."
No such has come this way before." Oh! the heartache of it, and yet the joy! The Italians in the Barracks stopped quarreling to help keep order. The worst street became suddenly good and neighborly. A year or two after, Father John Tabb, priest and poet, wrote, upon reading my statement that I had seen an armful of daisies keep the peace of a block better than the policeman's club:
On Sunday he wrote to my mother: "White House, New Kent, August 1, 1869. "My Dear Mary: I arrived here on Friday last and found them all well. Our daughter Tabb has not been altogether well, and shows its effects. Her baby, I think, would also be improved by mountain air. I have therefore persuaded her to accompany me and join you at the Baths.
Mr Rogers lifted his practicable hand, and with a red bandanna handkerchief wiped the rheum from his eyes. "Ho, dear! you'll excuse me, Cap'n; but 'with a manageable woman, you said? I'd pity her startin' to manage the like of Fancy Tabb." "Why, what's wrong wi' the child?" "Nothin' let be I can't keep a grown woman in the house unless she's a half-wit.
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