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e ground, and I fear he has been placed too high for his mental strength, as he does not exhibit the ability manifested in smaller fields. The news from the Valley of Virginia confirms the report of the flight of the enemy, and the danger to our troops has been mainly passed. We have sent reinforcements who, as fresh troops, will move in front of the old command I saw a little boy yesterday in the street, he had his trousers rolled up and was wading in the gutter; he looked something like Jeff, and when I persuaded him to get out of the water, he raised his sunny face and laughed, but denied my conclusion. Mrs. Greenhow is here. Madam looks much changed, and has the air of one whose nerves are shaken by mental torture. General Lee's wife has arrived, her servants left her, and she found it uncomfortable to live without them. From the President to Mrs. Davis. Richmond, Va., June 21, 1862. We are preparing and taking position for the struggle which must be at hand. T
ive of our falling into the hands of the disorganized bands of troops roving about the country, and said, You can at least, if reduced to the last extremity, force your assailants to kill you, but I charge you solemnly to leave when you hear the enemy are approaching; and if you cannot remain undisturbed in our own country, make for the Florida coast and take a ship there for a foreign country. With hearts bowed down by despair, we left Richmond. Mr. Davis almost gave way, when our little Jeff begged to remain with him, and Maggie clung to him convulsively, for it was evident he thought he was looking his last upon us. In those days a special train was not contemplated, for the transportation was now very limited, and as we pulled out from the station and lost sight of Richmond, the wornout engine broke down, and there we sat all night. There were no arrangements possible for sleeping, and at last, after twelve hours delay, we reached Danville. A hospitable and wealthy citiz
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 2, Chapter 65: the separation and imprisonment of our party. (search)
destination. A second tug took Mr. Stephens, General Wheeler, our friends of the staff, and Mr. Davis's private secretary, who all preserved the same quiet demeanor. On the next day a tug with a company of German soldiers came up. Our little Jeff ran to us, pale with horror, and sobbed out, They say they have come for father, beg them to let us go with him. Mr. Davis went forward, and returned with an officer, saying, It is true, I must go at once. He whispered to me, Try not to weep, tho allow no communication with the ship. We were now visited by a raiding party, headed by Captain Hudson. They opened our trunks and abstracted everything they desired to have. Among these articles were nearly all my children's clothes. My boy Jeff seized his little uniform of Confederate gray, and ran up to me with it, and thus prevented its being taken as a trophy. A very handsome Pennsylvania flag, which had been captured by General Bradley Johnson in battle, was also taken out of my tru
ut late at night, with Robert for protection, I could not keep my little ones so closely confined. Little Jeff and Billy went out on the street to play, and there Jeff was constantly told that he was rich; that his father had stolen eight millions, etc. Little two-year-old Billy was taught to sing, We'll hang Jeff Davis on a soeet — I refer only to the street-teachings — as these women were, with one other, dishonorable exceptions to the ladies in the house. Once, when our little boy Jeff had been most violently assailed by an officer's wife in the house, he came up with his face covered with tears after having stood silent during her abuse. I commended Jeff's gentlemanly conduct in making no reply; cautioned him against ever persecuting, or distressing a woman, or a fiend, if it took that shape, but made application the next day for permission to go away to Augusta; was refused, and then prepared the children to go where they would not see such people. Hourly scenes of
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 2, Chapter 43: visit to New Orleans and admission to Fortress Monroe. (search)
e while General Miles came in and assured me of Davis's good health. He showed the same economy of titles in speaking of my husband from the time I went there until our departure. Sometimes he varied his nomenclature by calling him Jeff Davis or Jeff. He asked me if I understood the terms to be that I was to take no deadly weepons into the prison, to which I answered in the affirmative. After a little more delay an officer came and walked with me to Carroll Hall, on the opposite side of t set apart for us, with a kitchen at the back, and we were as comfortable as people could be who could not get out. Excursion parties came to the fort still to peer at Mr. Davis, and one day a vulgarian inquired of Frederick the whereabouts of Jeff. He answered with a bow, I am sorry, madam, not to be able to tell you where he is. I do not know such a person. She insisted that he did, saying, are you not his servant? No, madam, he answered, you are quite mistaken, I have the honor to serv
f to his son's dereliction from duty in not being caught and hanged; but, said he, If you did not look at him after he was dead, you might say you thought it was him; only think of the comfort to me. War surely lowers the moral standard of those who engage in it, and hardens a‘ within and petrifies the feeling. We sailed from Quebec with our friends, who assisted Mr. Davis to the ship, as he was still very weak from his accident. Our English friend who felt great sympathy with our little Jeff in his extreme sea-sickness, gave him some ginger-beer, from which the child soon felt better. When we had all recovered somewhat and were on deck, the nine-year old boy walked up to Mr. Rawson, and taking off his little cap, said, with a courteous bow, I have to thank you, sir, for saving my life by gingerbeer. The laughter this acknowledgment provoked served not at all to discourage the boy, his sense of obligation oppressed him until he had offered thanks to his preserver. When Irela