blank disillusionment that must have come to them when they saw their beloved Union restored only to bring about the riot and shame of Reconstruction.
My father died before the horrors of that period had passed away; before the strife and hatred he so bitterly deplored had begun to subside; before he could have the satisfaction of seeing his grandson fighting under the old flag that his father had followed and that his sons had repudiated.
Which of us was right?
which was wrong?
I am no Daniel come to judgment, and happily, there is in my mind no reason to brand either side as wrong.
In the clearer understanding that we now have of the laws of historical evolution, we know that both were right, for both were struggling blindly and unconsciously in the grasp of economic tendencies they did not understand, towards a consummation they could not foresee.
Both were helpless instruments of those forces that were hurrying our nation forward another step in its evolutionary progress, an
what a text for Mrs. Stowe!
She has relented since then, however, and Cousin Bessie says often sends her presents of delicious rolls and light bread.
She took me into favor at once, told me all about her rheumatiz, and de spiration of her heart, and kissed my hand fervently when I went away.
Capt. Rust was so afraid of being left again that he would not wait for the omnibus, but trotted me off on foot an hour ahead of time, although it was raining.
We met Mr. Wheatley and Maj. Daniel on our way to the depot, and they told us that a dispatch had just been received stating that the Yanks have landed at St. Mark's and are marching on Tallahassee.
We first heard they were 4,000 strong, but before we reached the depot, their numbers had swelled to 15,000.
March 9, Thursday
Mrs. Warren gave a dinner party to which all the people from Gopher Hill and a good many from Albany were invited, but very few attended on account of the weather.
It poured down rain all day, a
ging her hair.
Aug. 18, Friday
Just returned from a visit to Woodstock, where I had a perfectly charming time.
Ella Daniel wrote for Minnie Evans to bring out a party of us to spend a few days at her house, and fortunately left the selectionors and a wide hall that can be thrown together by means of sliding doors — a glorious place for dancing.
Mamma and Papa Daniel have both departed this life, there were no maiden aunts or married sisters to interfere, and we young people had everythhile I was sweeping the parlor, to invite Garnett, Mett, and me to a party at his house.
Then came John Ficklen with Ella Daniel, now on a visit to Minnie Evans, and Anna Robertson and Dr. Calhoun dropped in later.
I had my head tied up in a veiled.
But we had not long to indulge our feelings, for we had promised Minnie Evans to go to a dance she was giving for Ella Daniel, and we always stand by Minnie, though we would both a great deal rather have stayed at home.
I was so tired that I m