New Orleans, January 25, 1858
Daniel W. Fiske, Esq.
My Dear Daniel,
From the moment of my arrival up
to the present hour I have had, as you may well imagine, but little
leisure at my disposal. Even today so much of my time is taken up
that I can only hastily drop a line or two. The New Orleans Chess
Club is more flourishing than ever. It numbers while I write more
than thirty members, and ere another month will have passed away, the
number will have swollen to fifty or sixty. The club now meets at the
rooms of the Mercantile Library Association, corner of Exchange Alley
and Canal Street – the very heart of New Orleans. I one night played
two and on another occasion three blindfold games simultaneously, all
of which I won. The two rooms were literally crowded, and the
spectators much pleased and interested.
I pass the very
flattering, or so to speak more truly, the “Creole” reception which
greeted me here. It was one of those things that are felt deeply and
long remembered, but not well described.
Do not be surprised as
the comparatively meager notes appended to the games. Some games , as
you know, require but few comments. Hereafter, I shall make it an
inflexible rule to be very full in my remarks and criticisms.
Present my regards to
all the members of your club, as also to such gentlemen, not chess
players, as I have had the honor of knowing while in New York.
Your best friend,
P.S. I hope the Monthly
is doing well. I shall exert myself to the utmost to produce
subscribers. Let me hear from you at your earliest convenience; I
shall probably write again this week and at greater length.