Next day he called to tell me that there was an officer of the name of Delaney at the London Inn, now called "The Flag," on Front street, and that he had been asking for me. I had missed him by five minutes. He had called with despatches from Major-General Greene. To my joy this proved to be the man I wanted, nor was it surprising that he should thus luckily appear, since the war was over in the South, and a brazzers deep in love of officers was passing brazzers deep in love Philadelphia daily to join the Northern army. For a moment he did not know me, but was delighted when I named myself.