February 8th 1865
I received your welcome favor of the 3rd inst last evening.
Quite a sensation was created here on Monday by the capture of the celebrated Baltimore renegade Harry Gilmore, who was taken near Moorefield in a house a few hundred yards from his camp of guerrillas. His horse, presented, I understand, by the ladies of Baltimore, has been turned over to his captor, Major Young by Genl Sheridan.
The Michigan Brigade of Cavalry had a ball last night, which turned out to be a miserable affair, although patronized by General Sheridan and the other General Officers. These army balls disgust New Yorkers and this will probably be the last attempt of the season. I was wise enough to remain in camp and thus escaped being "sold.'
A heavy fall of snow occurred yesterday and last night and it is now knee deep. Everything is unusually dull and the "blues" seem destined to seize us all.