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fears are entertained that it has not been properly fortified.
Sunday night, February 9, 1862.
Painful rumours have been afloat all day.
Fort Henry, on
Tennessee River, has been attacked.
We went to
St. James's this morning, and
St. Paul's tonight.
When we returned we found Mr. N. and
Brother J. awaiting us. They are very anxious and apprehensive about
Roanoke Island.
Monday night, February 10, 1862.
Still greater uneasiness about
Roanoke Island.
It is so important to us — is said to be the key to
Norfolk; indeed, to all
Eastern North Carolina, and
Southeastern Virginia.
We dread to-morrow's papers.
The lady on-- Street has disappointed me. She met me with a radiant smile when I went to see her this evening, say ing, “She agrees; she must, however, remove the wardrobe and bureau, as she wants them herself; but there's a closet in the room, which will answer for a wardrobe, and I reckon that a table with a glass on it will do for a bureau.”
“Oh, yes; only give me a good bed, some chairs and a washstand, and I can get along very well.
Can I see the room?”
“Yes; it is a back-room in the third story, but I reckon you won't mind that.”
My heart did sink a little at that communication, when I remembered Mr.--‘s long walks from Bank Street; but there was no alternative, and I followed her up the steps.
Great was my relief to find a large airy room, neatly carpeted, and pleasant in all respects.
“This will do,” said I; “take the wardrobe and bureau out, and put a table in, and I shall be very well satisfied.”
“I have a small table,” she replied, “but no glass; you will have to buy that.”
“Very well, I will do that.
But you have not yet told me your terms.”
“Will you keep a fire?”
“Oh, certainly, in my room.”
“Then my charge ”
