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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1863. (search)
the better part of valour, and staid at home. The riot, it is ascertained, was not caused by want; it was no doubt set on foot by Union influences. I saw the Rev. Mr. Peterkin, who is perhaps more thoroughly acquainted with the state of the poor than any man in the city. He says that they are admirably attended to. Large sums of they sprang from the din of the battle-field to the peace of heaven! Lord, how long must we suffer such things? October 25th, 1863. To-day we heard the Rev. Mr. Peterkin, from the text: Be not weary in well-doing. It was a delightful sermon, persuasive and encouraging. Mr.-- spends Sunday morning always in the hospital. time we have lost many lives, which nothing can repay; but we hold our own, have had some victories, and have been upon the whole much blessed by God. At St. James's Church, this morning, and heard a very fine sermon from the Rev. Mr. Peterkin, from the text, Blessed are the poor in spirit. To-night we expect to hear Bishop Lay.
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1864. (search)
near Newbern, North Carolina. I trust they are following up the Plymouth victory. Tuesday morning, may 3, 1864. Yesterday passed as usual. We attended Mr. Peterkin's prayer-meeting before breakfast, which we generally do, and which was very interesting. Then came by market for our daily supplies; and at nine I commenced 13, 1864. General Stuart died of his wounds last night, twenty-four hours after he was shot. He was a member of the Episcopal Church, and expressed to the Rev. Dr. Peterkin his resignation to the will of God. After much conversation with his friends and Dr. P., and joining them in a hymn which he requested should be sung, he situation, had hastened to thank him in the name of his country. I have but done my duty, was the soldier's reply. And near him was the minister of God, good Mr. Peterkin, of whose church (Episcopal) General S. was a member. He asked for his favourite hymn, and joined his feeble voice with the touching words: I would not live a
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1865. (search)
When you get through with the men won't you come back and let me talk to ye? When I returned and took my seat by him, he looked earnestly in my face, and said : Mrs.--, you have an Irish name — have you friends there? No, my husband's grandfather was from Ireland, but we have no relatives there now. Yes, was his reply, it is a good name in Ireland, and you have been kind to me, and I want to talk to you a bit before I die. You know that I am a Protestant, and I have been constantly to Mr Peterkin's church since I came here, because I like the church, and I like him; and I hope that now I am prepared to die. But I was not brought up an Episcopalian in the old country-our house was divided, like. My father was a Catholic, and my mother was a Presbyterian; neither went to the church of the other, but they were a loving couple for all that. He said to her, when we were but wee things: Mary, said he, the children must go to your church sometimes, and to mine sometimes; you may teach