that they have taken the road to Dover's Mills, and our men are in hot pursuit.
Thursday, may 12, 1864.
The cannon is now roaring in our ears.
It cannot be more than three miles off. The Lord
reigneth; in that is our trust.
There was a severe cavalry fight yesterday morning, in which our brilliant cavalry leader, General J. E. B. Stuart
, was severely wounded.
He was brought to the city last night.
One of his aids, our relative, Lieutenant T. S. Garnett
, has told us with what difficulty they got him here; in an ambulance, going out of the way, hither and thither, to avoid the enemy; of course, every jolt inflicting intense agony.
He is now at the house of his brother-in-law, Dr. Brewer
, surrounded by the most efficient surgeons and devoted friends.
The prayers of the community are with him.
My time, when out of the office, is much absorbed by the hospital.
Many wounded are brought in from both sides of the river.
This morning, as I entered St. James's Church, I saw the smoke from the cannon distinctly.
I stood for a moment on the steps and listened to the continued roaring, and felt that the contest was fearfully near to us. The prayers, hymns, psalms, and address were most comforting.
God be praised for his goodness, that we are still surrounded by Christian people, and have the faith and trust of Christians.
The town is as calm as if it were not the great object of desire to hundreds of thousands of implacable enemies, who desire nothing so much as its destruction.
's telegram last night gave us an account of another repulse given General Grant
, with great slaughter.
“We suffered little in comparison;” such was his telegram, signed “R. E. Lee
His signature is always cheering to