on joining Johnston
Dear boy, his hopeful spirit has infected me, and aroused a hope which I am afraid to indulge.
April 28th, 1865.
We have no mail communication, and can hear nothing from General Johnston
We go on as usual, but are almost despairing.
Dear M., in her sadness, has put some Confederate money and postage stamps into a Confederate envelope, sealed it up, and endorsed it, “In memory of our beloved Confederacy.”
I feel like doing the same, and treasuring up the buttons, and the stars, and the dear gray coats, faded and worn as they are, with the soiled and tattered banner, which has no dishonouring blot, the untarnished sword, and other arms, though defeated, still crowned with glory.
But not yet — I cannot feel that all is over yet.
May 4, 1865.
surrendered on the 26th of April. “My native land, good-night!”