Inside of Petersburg, April 3d, 1865.
I was cut short off night before last by orders to “get ready to move, immediately.” Petersburg is ours, at last. The fighting yesterday was terrific, lasting from 3 o’clock in the forenoon until dark. The Seventeenth was not engaged; was detailed as Provost Guard. The First Division entered the city early this morning. I can write no more now. Everybody shouting. My heart overflows with happiness, too deep for words.
