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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 19. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 12 0 Browse Search
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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia 4 0 Browse Search
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delicately-carved features, a high, fair forehead, and light hair, which had been well cared for. He looked like one of gentle blood. All seemed so mysterious, my heart yearned over him, and my tears fell fast. Father, mother, sisters, brothers-where are they? The morning papers represented the case, and called for information. He may have escaped in delirium from one of the hospitals! That evening, kind, gentle hands placed him in his soldier's coffin, and he had Christian burial at Hollywood, with the lonely word Stranger carved upon the headboard. We trust that the sad story in the papers may meet some eye of which he had once been the light, for he was surely Somebody's darling. Sweet lines have been written, of which this sad case reminds me:-- Into a ward of the whitewashed walls, Where the dead and dying lay- Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls- Somebody's darling was borne one day:-- Somebody's darling! so young and brave, Wearing yet on his sweet, pale face- S
in that lovely spot. Most of them died before war came to distress them. The names of two persons I cannot omit, before whose tombs I pause with a feeling of veneration for their many virtues. One was that of Mrs. Sully, my music-teacher, a lady who was known and respected by the whole community for her admirable character, accompanied by the most quiet and gentle manner. The other was that of Mr. Joseph Danforth, the humble but excellent friend of my precious father. The cemetery at Hollywood is of later date, though many very dear to me repose amid its beautiful shades. But enough of the past and of sadness. I must now turn to busy life again, and note a little victory, of which General Lee telegraphed yesterday, by which we gained some four hundred prisoners, many horses and wagons, and 2,500 beeves. These last are most acceptable to our commissariat! The Southern Army are having an armistice of ten days, for the inhabitants of Atlanta to get off from their homes.