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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1861. (search)
r fight was hourly pending. The troops became wild with excitement. It is said that General Patterson has gone to join McDowell. I trust that General Johnston may get there in time. They were passing here from about four in the afternoon until a late hour in the night. After midnight the heavy army wagons were lumbering by, and we ever and anon heard the tap of the drum. We did not retire until all was still, and then none of us slept. July 20, 1861. R. P. arrived to-night from Norfolk. He passed Manassas yesterday, and saw J. very busy with the wounded. The fight of the 18th quite severe; the enemy were very decidedly repulsed; but another battle is imminent. We were shocked by the death of Major C. Harrison. J. wrote to his father. He fears to-morrow may be a bloody Sabbath. Oh, that Providence would now interpose and prevent further bloodshed! Oh, that strength may be given to our men. Let not the enemy overcome them. Oh, God of Nations have mercy on the South!
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1862. (search)
you. Then, said he, you may take the first boat to Norfolk. The hour for the departure of the boat came, her e off to the dearly-loved Confederacy. She reached Norfolk too late for the cars, and had to wait until next dIt is so important to us — is said to be the key to Norfolk; indeed, to all Eastern North Carolina, and Southea three brigs and one schooner, and carrying them to Norfolk, with their cargoes. Soldiers are constantly passinemy's gun-boats. This makes us very anxious about Norfolk. May 5th, 1862. Yesterday we had a blessed Say. We can only hope that it was wisely done. Poor Norfolk must be given up. I can write no more to-day. Maion, panic-struck, was heard to exclaim, yesterday: Norfolk has fallen, Richmond will fall, Virginia is to be gall be compelled to give you now. Those traitors at Norfolk, I fear, have defeated our plans. What traitors? crew of a steamer engaged in transporting guns from Norfolk to Drury's Bluff, who had gone over to the enemy wi
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1863. (search)
on the country's altar. Her daughters are striving in their vocation in this hallowed cause, all looking to God for his blessing upon our efforts. April 17th, 1863. On going to the hospital yesterday, I found that young Stansberry had died, surrounded by sympathizing friends, and having a bright hope of a blessed immortality. We are anxious about our armies everywhere, from the Mississippi to the seaboard. Rumours are rife about General Longstreet having thrown his forces between Norfolk and the Yankee army at Suffolk. In the mean time we must possess our souls in patience. April 18th, 1863. A letter from our son J. to-day; full of pleasant feeling at finding himself again in the Army of Northern Virginia. He is just established near General Jackson's Headquarters, as Surgeon of the First Virginia Battalion; had just breakfasted with Stonewall, and is filled with enthusiastic admiration for the great Christian soldier and patriot. The enemy seems to have left Ch
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1864. (search)
madam; I wish I could breakfast with you, but as I have already eaten four breakfasts to please the ladies, I must beg you to excuse me. August 14th, 1864. Norfolk, poor Norfolk nothing can exceed its long-suffering, its night of gloom and darkness. Unlike Winchester, it has no bright spots — no oasis in its blank desert ofNorfolk nothing can exceed its long-suffering, its night of gloom and darkness. Unlike Winchester, it has no bright spots — no oasis in its blank desert of wretchedness. Like Alexandria, it has no relief, but must submit, and drag on its chain of servility, till the final cry of victory bursts its bonds, and makes it free. I have no time to write of all I hear and know of the indignities offered to our countrymen and countrywomen in Alexandria, Norfolk, Portsmouth, and other placesNorfolk, Portsmouth, and other places which remain incarcerated in the sloughs of Federal tyranny. God help them, and give us strength speedily to break the chain that binds them. August 15, 1864. An account from my relatives, of the raid of the 19th of June into the village of Tappahannock, has lately reached me. The village had been frequently visited and pi
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1865. (search)
e polite and gentlemanly, and seems to do every thing in his power to lessen the horrors of this dire calamity. Other officers are kind in their departments, and the negro regiments look quite subdued. No one can tell how long this will last. Norfolk had its day of grace, and even New Orleans was not down-trodden at once. There are already apprehensions of evil. Is the Church to pray for the Northern President? How is it possible, except as we pray for all other sinners? But I pause forsion of a maid-servant of the house, who showed it to him, saying that she looked at it every day. We all try to be cheerful and to find a bright side; and we occupy the time as cheerfully as we can. The governess having returned to her home in Norfolk, I shall employ myself in teaching my bright little niece here and the dear children at S. H., and feel blessed to have so pleasant a duty. April 25th, 1865. J. P. arrived to-day direct from Mosby's command, which is disbanded, but has not