Nicholas P. Trist to Andrew Jackson
|My dear Sir,||Washington, June 15. ’40.|
I hope soon to have a breathing spell, in which to write to you—My victory will be such as never was seen before: no, not even at New Orleans.—Great as the confidence of my friends in my character may be, they even cannot form the remotest conception of the strength of my position. How it defies the Devil & all the imps he can summon to his aid. How it enables me to prove undertake to disprove all their allegations, and to prove myself entitled to the applause of my country.—
I wish my sterling hearted friend Earl could have lived to see it. You will, I trust, to see a far more important one: the crowning triumph which awaits the Spirit of Liberty over such a “Holy Alliance” as never before was arrayed against her.—Every mail, from every quarter, brings the most cheering assurance of her victory.
With kindest regards to those around you, I am, ever,
The Country has been flooded with the most reckless & flagitious inventions against me, solely because I fearlessly discharged my duty; and I deem it the duty of the Press, not only to the man, but to the officer and the public interests, to give to the Truth on this subject point as fair a chance as is compatible with the claims of other subjects of wider interest.
I have marked some typographical corrections to be made in the enclosed, in case it should be deemed fit to republish it in Nashville.
I hope to see you in the fall, on my way to Louisiana. I may say, I intend to do so.