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Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 3 (search)
and I are to spend next week in Albany with Mrs. Sims, if we are not all water-bound in the meantiuld seem to favor the Baptists just now. Mrs. Sims almost made me cry with her account of poor . The rain held up about dinner time and Mrs. Sims determined to return to Albany, in spite of ers. There was no service at St. Paul's, so Mrs. Sims kept Metta and me in the line of duty by rea. We spent the morning making calls with Mrs. Sims, and found among the refugees from South Carre busy returning calls all the morning, and Mrs. Sims, always in a hurry, sent us up to dress for l our escorts came for us at nine o'clock. Mrs. Sims is one of these fidgety little bodies that i Jim Chiles home with me. I took dinner with Mrs. Sims and met several friends, whom I invited to osoon as Mecca and I were safely deposited at Mrs. Sims's. The train was not due till three, and ourer. She was very tired and went directly to Mrs. Sims's, but Mecca and I walked down Broad street [10 more...]
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 4 (search)
s of those who will never need her services again. I love to hear her tell about her experiences in the Atlanta hospitals during the siege. Some of them are very funny, but more of them are sad. She was called the hospital angel in Atlanta, and well deserved the name. The Cuthbert Thespian Corps gave Richelieu at the theater this evening, for the benefit of the hospitals. Dr. Robertson acted the part of De Mauprat, and I dressed him for the occasion in the velvet cloak I bought from Mrs. Sims, and sleeves of crimson silk that had been the trousers of a Turkish costume that sister wore at a fancy ball in Columbus before the war. I didn't go to see the play because I am keeping Lent. April 12, Wednesday Breakfast so late that visitors began to call before we had finished. In the evening, Mr. Renaud and Mr. Jeffers called. Mr. Jeffers is a wonderful mimic, and sings a comic song so well that I told him I wondered how he ever escaped being a vagabond. Dr. Robertson had