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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1861. (search)
pleased at their cheerfulness. They look sunburnt and soldierly. I returned to Winchester to see my dear S. S. R. C. was sitting with her, looking well and happy. Camp-life agrees with him. These poor boys expect to be ordered to Romney; but wherever they go, they hope, by God's help, to repel the invaders. November 15th, 1861. This was fast-day — a national fast proclaimed by our President. I trust that every church in the Confederacy was well filled with heart-worshippers. The Rev. Mr. Jones preached for us at Millwood. This whole household was there-indeed, the whole neighbourhood turned out. We have been anxiously awaiting the result of an anticipated fight between Price and Fremont; but Fremont was superseded while almost in the act of making the attack. We await further developments. Winchester, December 9, 1861. Mr.---- and myself have been here for three weeks, with Dr. S. and our dear niece. Jackson's Brigade still near, which gives these warm-hearted
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1862. (search)
uneasy. The conductor came by; I questioned him, thinking he might be in another car. He replied, No, madam, there is no such gentleman on the train. At this moment the Methodist minister, who had been in the stage, introduced himself as the Rev. Mr. Jones; he knew Mr.--; he offered me his purse and his protection. I can never forget his kindness. He thought Mr.-- had not attempted to get on the train; there was so much baggage from the stage that there was some difficulty in arranging it ;Lord, O my soul! June 28th, 1862. The casualties among our friends, so far, not very numerous. My dear R. T. C. is here, slightly wounded; he hopes to return to his command in a few days. Colonel Allen, of the Second Virginia, killed. Major Jones, of the same regiment, desperately wounded. Wood McDonald killed. But what touches me most nearly is the death of my young friend, Clarence Warwick, of this city. Dearly have I loved that warm-hearted, high-minded, brave boy, since his earl
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1864. (search)
iably lost its field officers. It is one of the most gallant regiments of the Stonewall Brigade, and has frequently had what is called the post of honour. Colonel Allen, Colonel Botts, Lieutenant-Colonel Lackland, Lieutenant-Colonel Colston, Major Jones, and now Colonel Randolph, have fallen! and Colonel Nadenboush, of the same regiment, has been so mutilated by wounds, as to be obliged to retire from the service. The fleet upon James River has landed about 30,000 or 40,000 troops. One at the expense of the discomfited surgeon. The ladies frequently afterwards heard him bored with the question, Doctor, when do you go to the Libby? June 12th, 1864. I am grieved to say that we have had a reverse in the Valley, and that General Jones, of the cavalry, has been killed, and his command repulsed. They have fallen back to Waynesborough, leaving Staunton in the hands of the enemy. General Johnston is doing well in Georgia. Oh, that he may use up Sherman entirely! We are get