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there.
I had been very sick.
I could see no friend-only crowds of Federal soldiers.
I was afraid I should fall in the street and be burned up in the flames of the houses blazing on both sides of the street.
I had to go alone.
I spent that night at the Taylor house, which a Federal officer said should not be burned out of pity for my niece.
The next two nights I passed in my garden without any shelter.
I have been for over fifty years a member of the Presbyterian Church.
I cannot live long.
I shall meet General Sherman and his soldiers at the bar of God, and I give this testimony against them in the full view of that dread tribunal.”
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Richmond, VA. 1884.
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