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Several suits of clothes for them are in progress in the house.
Sunday, July 9th, 1861.
About to go to church.
I trust that this Sabbath may be instrumental of much spiritual good, and that the hearts of the people may be busy in prayer, both for friends and enemies.
Oh, that the Spirit of God may be with the soldiers, to direct them in keeping this holy day!
We are in the
Lord's hands-He alone can help us.
July 18, 1861.
During the last ten days we have been visiting among our friends, near
Berryville, and in
Winchester.
The wheat harvest is giving the most abundant yield, and the fields are thick with corn.
Berryville is a little village surrounded by the most beautiful country and delightful society.
Patriotism burns brightly there, and every one is busy for the country in his or her own way. It is cheering to be among such people; the ladies work, and the gentlementhe old ones — no young man is at home-give them every facility.
But
Winchester, what shall I say for
Winchester that will do it justice?
It is now a hospital.
The soldiers from the far
South have never had measles, and most unfortunately it has broken out among them, and many of them have died of it, notwithstanding the attention of surgeons and nurses.
No one can imagine the degree of selfsacri-ficing attention the ladies pay them; they attend to their comfort in every respect; their nourishment is prepared at private houses; every lady seems to remember that her son, brother, or husband may be placed in the same situation among strangers, and to be determined to do unto others as she would have others to do unto her.
War still rages.
Winchester is fortified, and
General Johnston has been reinforced.
He now awaits
General Patterson, who seems slowly approaching.
