one o'clock
Deferring for the present all account of the Mackerel strategy now coming slowly to a head and on foot , let me relate a little incident illustrative of the delicious loyalty of the taper women of America , and the intolerable baseness of the repulsive object called man : There is in this city an intensely common-place masculine from Pequog , who has , for a wife , a small , plump member of that imperishable sex whose eyes remind me of wild cherries and milk . There never was a nicer little woman , my boy , and she can knit scarlet dogs , play `` Norma , '' make charlotte russe , and do other things equally well calculated to confer immeasurable happiness upon a husband of limited means . Ever since the well-known Southern Confederacy first respectfully requested to be let alone with Sumter , she has been eager to fulfil woman 's part in the war , and does not wake up the Pequogian more than twice of a night to talk about it . 'T was at one o'clock on the morning of Tuesday last that she roused up the partner of her joys and sorrows , and says she : `` Peter , I do wish you 'd tell me what I can do , as a woman , for my country . '' `` Go to sleep , '' says Peter , fiendishly . `` No , but what _ can _ I do ? Why wont you tell me what is really woman 's part in the war ? ''