Eight o’clock
I thanked my host , shook hands , and went out into the darkness , -- determined never to return . I had had an excellent dinner , and , physically , had never felt better . Morally , I must say , I felt contaminated , for , unfortunately , I had begun to think of Lee 's hungry soldiers , lying in rags , in the Petersburg trenches . `` Eight o'clock ! All is well ! '' came from the sentinel , as I passed by the capitol . On the day after this scene , a trifling matter of business led me to call on John M. Daniel , editor of the _ Examiner _ .