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          <titlePart type="main">DIARY OF 
<lb/>BELLE EDMONDSON
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January - November, 1864
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(transcript)</titlePart>
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        <byline>Given by</byline>
        <docAuthor>Miss Mary B. West
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138 North Willett Street
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Memphis, Tennessee</docAuthor>
        <docEdition>for permanent preservation in the
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SOUTHERN HISTORICAL COLLECTION
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University of North Carolina
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Chapel Hill, North Carolina</docEdition>
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          <titlePart type="main">Diary of 
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Belle Edmondson
<date>1864</date></titlePart>
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      <pb id="edmond1" n="1"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Friday 1, 1864</head>
        <p>'Tis New Year, a happy one to our household.
Lieut. Spotswood and
Eddie came last night.  Poor Eddie is greatly in
need of clothes.</p>
        <p>I do not think we will have much trouble in out
Gen'ling the Yanks.
I have $50.  G.B. left I intend to devote
to that purpose.  It is very
cold, all nature is robed in Ice.</p>
        <p>Notwithstanding the Yanks are such near neighbors,
we have had a
house full of Rebels all day, four of Henderson's
Scouts - Lieut. S.
Eddie, Jim &amp; Elb Jeters.  Nannie and I went
in the buggy over to the
smugler's, Joe White, to see if we could not get
some things there for
Eddie, failed, <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic>
Lute some soap - almost froze to death - got home at
dark, all just finishing dinner, had a splendid
time tonight.  Our <sic corr="Armies">Armys</sic>
all seem to be Status Quo. God grant successful
may be the termination of
1864 - oh! my savior I have buried the past -
guide and <sic corr="lead">leade</sic> me from
temptation.  After you, my God, then I live
for my Country - God bless
our leaders in Dixie.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Saturday 2, 1864</head>
        <p>Bettie and Uncle Elum went in town this morning horse-back.  I sent
$50. to Mr. Armstrong to get Eddie's suite
of clothes and other articles
which he needs.  Poor Soldiers, this bitter cold
weather I wish I had
money to buy every thing they need - </p>
        <p>Lieut. Spotswood went with two of Henderson's
Scouts over Nonconnah
to Mr. Deadrick's to get them to bring him every
thing he needs out - they
promised to do so.  It has been sleeting all day -
three of the Bluff City's
<pb id="edmond2" n="2"/>
called this evening, got their dinner, warmed and went on over Nonconnah.
Cousin Frazor came this evening, and we have a
house full - they are all
Rebels, and we always have room for them if a
hundred would come.  All
we can do is to sit round the fire, laugh, talk and try to keep warm.
Bettie and Uncle Elum have not returned yet.  I
feel very uneasy, as she
is to smuggle Eddie's clothes.  Tate is out of humor, Eddie is troubled,
but I think it will all be right - yet suspense is terrible -  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Sunday 3, 1864</head>
        <p>Another day has passed, and not one word from
Bettie or Uncle Elum -
no communication with Memphis today, too cold to
go out side of the doors.
Still sleeting - house still full, if not a little
fuller.  Tate is growing
very impatient to leave for Dixie - she is really cross about Bettie, but
I still have hope that it will be all right.  Eddie feels badly about it,
as the risk was run for him - God bless the Rebels.
I would risk my life
a dozen times a day to serve them - think what they suffer for us - </p>
        <p>Henny Furgeson and Lieut. Spotswood left for Dixie.
Henny F. bought
Helen's pony, gave $200<sic>.</sic> for it, he rode it off -
It does not seem like
the Sabbath, though this is the first one of '64.
We spent the day as usual,
laughing, talking, and trying to keep warm.
Julien Simmons and Dashiell
Perkins came over from Col. Perkins -
Dashiell <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> we sat up very late,
and Poor old - looks like the noise will
run him crazy.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Monday 4, 1864</head>
        <p>I always try to see the bright side of every picture.
I have never
<pb id="edmond3" n="3"/>
given up hope but Bettie would come right side up - and I think she is a
star darkie - she and Uncle Elum arrived safely at home.  Bettie was loaded
with contraband - Eddie a suit of clothes, pr Boots, Gauntlets, socks - 
blacking, and in fact everything he sent for -
he is so grateful and real
proud of all his things.  Laura gave him the Gauntlets - he went with me
to my room, and I packed his valise, he now has
everything in the world
he needs - and Company to go South with him, Sam Alexander, one of the
Bluff City's came and <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic>
over night to go on in the morning, old Mr.
Jaison with him.  Dear Eddie, this is his last night
with us, we all sat
up very late.  Weather gloomy, bitter cold, ground
still covered with Snow. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Tuesday 5, 1864</head>
        <p>Still cold, cloudy and gloomy, has not moderated at all, it is real
dangerous traveling, the ground covered with Ice.</p>
        <p>Eddie has on his new suit, ready to leave for camp.  Mr. Alexander
and old Mr. Jayson are going with him, and we are better satisfied - I
would not have him stay any longer for any thing, I am perfectly disgusted
at the way in which our soldiers are lying about, shirking their duty.
Eddie has everything to make him comfortable for this winter -  </p>
        <p>Two more of the Bluff City's arrived, got their dinner, warmed, and
went on over Nonconnah.  Our house still full,
we have a gay time picketing
fir the Yankees, but I expect the boys think
they have a gayer one running
in the cold at their appearance - As usual we all
sat up very late.</p>
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      <pb id="edmond4" n="4"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>January, Monday 11, 1864</head>
        <lg type="verse">
          <l>Like a weary actor in a play,</l>
          <l>Like a phantom in a dream,</l>
          <l>Like a lost boat left to stray</l>
          <l>Rudderless adown the stream - </l>
          <l>This is what my life has grown, - </l>
          <l>Since thy false heart left me lone, -</l>
          <l>And I wonder sometimes when the laugh is loud,</l>
          <l>And I wonder at the faces of the crowd,</l>
          <l>And the strange fantastic measures that they tread, - </l>
          <l>Till I think at last, till I half believe I an dead.</l>
        </lg>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Thursday 4, 1864</head>
        <p>We had a terrible accident <sic corr="to-night">to Night</sic>.
Jack had Mr. Wilson's Pistol
fooling with it, and shot Jane right through the body - poor fellow, he
was frightened to death - it was an accident.
Mr. Wilson went for the
Dr. he came in a great hurry, as it was night
he could not tell how serious
it is, but very much fears it has struck some vital point.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Friday 5, 1864</head>
        <p>Jane doing very well, the ball although passing so near the kidneys,
&amp; spine, missed both.  Dr. Shaw has examined it by daylight, and thinks
she will be up again in five or six weeks - </p>
        <p>Peter and I went over to Mrs. Duke's - I went to Memphis in Mr.
<pb id="edmond5" n="5"/>
Armstrong's wagon - got the Morphine &amp; Chloroform.  Mr. Armstrong drove
me out to Mrs. Duke's - I mounted old McGruder, Peter old Sam, we got home
early.  Jack ran off this morning, we don't know where to - but expect he
has gone to Memphis - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Sunday 14, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and Helen cam back from Dixie today - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Monday 15, 1864</head>
        <p>I did not get up very early, was eating breakfast in my room, when I
was startled by the reports of six or seven guns - dressed hurriedly, on
arriving at the gate found all the family, both white and black, in the
greatest state of excitement - one of the 2nd. Mo - Mr. Brent - relating
to them the particulars of the skirmish which had taken place only a few
hundred yards from our house - A family of negroes had got this far on 
their journey from Hernando to Memphis when Mr. Brent met them, and they
ordered him to surrender, at the same time <sic corr="firing">fireing</sic>.  Of course no Southern
Soldier would ever surrender to a Negro, he fired five times, being all
the leads he had - killed one Negro, wounded another, he ran in the woods
and we saw nothing more of him - one of the women and a little boy succeeded 
in getting off also  - the other woman with three girls were carried back
to Hernando - The Soldier got a splendid Cavalry horse &amp; equipments, two 
Mules and another horse - he left expecting the Yankees.  Father had the 
Negro <sic corr="buried">burried</sic> where he was killed - No Yankees - Mr. Wilson came, no
late news -</p>
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      <pb id="edmond6" n="6"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Monday 22, 1864</head>
        <p>I mounted Mr. Brent's condemned steed, which proved to be a very
nice riding horse, but rather wild - I had a lovely ride, found Mrs.
Morgan's after some difficulty.  Mrs. Plunket was with Missie, her Mother
has been very sick, but they think she is now recovering.  I do not think
so, she looks dreadfully, and poor Missie, my heart aches to look at her
and think what trials she must in my opinion pass through -
I <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> until
1 o'clock, arrived at home just as they were all eating dinner - found Mr.
Wilson had arrived.  No news, no courier up lately - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Thursday 25, 1864</head>
        <p>Sallie Hildebrand sent down for me this morning to go with her to
Mrs. Morgan's, poor Ladies, she has at last gone to rest,
she died yesterday
evening at 4 o'c.  I went with her and stayed until sundown, returned home 
to try to get Joanna to go and sit up, but she would not do it.  I went
back with Miss Mary Robinson, met Helen and Nannie, got them to go back 
with us - they had been down to Col. Perkins to spend the day.  Ben Henderson
went with us, we did not get there until dark.</p>
        <p>Poor Missie, I feel so sorry for her.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Friday 26, 1864</head>
        <p>Nannie, Helen, and Miss Mary Robinson and myself sat up last night 
with Mrs. Morgan's <sic corr="corpse">corps</sic> - It was
a sad and lonely night - Poor Missie,
how my heart sympathizes with her in this great affliction.
Helen and
Nannie came home very early, Miss Robinson and
I <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> until after breakfast,
<pb id="edmond7" n="7"/> 
when Miss Huckens came we left.  Tate &amp;
Joanna went to the funeral, after
that Joanna and Cousin S. returned Memphis - </p>
        <p>A squad of 7 Confederates <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic>
at the gate - belonging to 2nd. Ark - </p>
        <p>I went to sleep directly after breakfast, and did not awaken until 
after dinner.  I was never in such a cross humor as I have been tonight.  
I feel ashamed for the way in which I have spoken to Bettie and Laura - 
nobody knows what I have to try me sometimes.  Bettie left early, Laura 
fast asleep - Beulah &amp; Tippie Dora both nodding - here I sit at 3 o'clock 
morning, with four packages of 300 letters for our Rebel Soldiers, which 
it has taken me until this time of night to finish.  I will lie down and 
take a nap - I had to wake Laura to get me fresh water, I was so sick. 
She is always kind to me. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Saturday 27, 1864</head>
        <p>Annie Nelson and myself went to Memphis this morning - very warm, 
dusty and disagreeable.  Accomplished all I went for - did not go near any 
of the Officials, was fortunate to meet a kind friend, Lucie Harris, who 
gave me her pass - 'tis a risk, yet we can accomplish nothing without great 
risk at times,  I returned the favor by bringing a letter to forward to her 
husband, Army of Mobile.  I sat up until 8 o'clock last night, arranging 
poor Green's mail to forward to the different command.  It was a difficult 
job, yet a great pleasure to know I had it in my power to rejoice the hearts 
of our brave Southern Soldiers - most were Kentucky letters for Breckenridge's 
command - the rest were Mo. letters for Johnston's, Polk's, and Maury's 
commands.  God grant them a safe and speedy trip. </p>
        <p>We have glorious news from Dixie - Forrest has completely routed Smith
<pb id="edmond8" n="8"/>
and Grierson at Okolona - God grant my Bro Eddie may be safe - we hear 
his Col. Jeff Forrest was killed.  The Yanks are perfectly demoralized, 
all that escaped have arrived in Memphis.  I never witnessed such a sight 
as the stolen negroes, poor deluded wretches - Praise God for this Victory.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Sunday 28, 1864</head>
        <p>Cloudy and raining all day, much colder than yesterday.  Anna Nelson 
and myself went to Mrs. Morgan's - I went to take those letters to Cousin 
Cambell Edmondson, he left for Dixie, and will see that they are safely 
forwarded.  Met a great many persons there, all in fine spirits, topic of 
conversation our glorious Victory, which was added to this morning by news 
that Sherman was in full retreat for Vicksburgh - had not reached Canton, 
and we were confident of ruining the whole army as Lee with his Cavalry 
force was between him and Vicksburgh - Spare so much bloodshed of 
the bravest and best of our Sunny South - Enlighten the minds of the 
miserable Yankees, of their <sic corr="sinfulness">sinfullness</sic> - drive them from our south! 
Oh, just and merciful Savior, give us peace, and our independence -  </p>
        <p>I received a letter from Dr. Moses and Maj. Price by Mrs. Facklin, 
through them heard from my friend Maj. Maclean, with Gen. Price.</p>
        <p>Laura and I sat up late tonight, I slept all evening.  Still raining - 
12 o'clock sleeting, very cold - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>February, Monday 29, 1864</head>
        <p>The last day of Winter - Gloomy, oh, mercy how dreary, sleeting all 
<pb id="edmond9" n="9"/>
day, the <sic corr="shrubbery">shrubery</sic> is all bowed to the earth with the weight of Ice - 
all nature is crowned with it, yet it is so gloomy out.  There is some 
happiness in our household, the two children Mamie and Robert are all life, 
though like all children, troublesome and noisy from their imprisonment. 
Father and Cousin Frazor have spent the day reading in the Parlor, while 
we have, as women generally are, <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing.  I fixed Laura's new dress 
<sic corr="waist">waiste</sic>.   The Servants have done little except to try to keep warm and 
keep fires in the house.  We have seen no one today, therefore have heard 
nothing later from our glorious Victory.  God bless our noble soldiers, 
and protect them from this miserable bad weather - </p>
        <p>Tate and Cousin Sallie both very much <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic> not being able to 
go to Memphis.  Laura and I as usual sat up late.  I drew the pattern on 
my swiss to <sic corr="braid">braide</sic>, she ruffling her Apron - I finished the book of Luke.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Tuesday 1, 1864</head>
        <p>First day of Spring - Laura awakened me for my breakfast.  I looked 
out of the window and to my surprise, one of the hardest Snow Storms I 
ever saw was prevailing - lasted until 11 o'clock, when the sun shone out 
brightly.  A more magnificent scene I never witnessed, the forests glistened 
like thousands of diamonds, sun set was glorious.  It moderated a great 
deal, until night when the freeze came again.  Laura and I spent the evening 
alone, except Beulah and Tippie Dora - <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing.  Laura just 
finished her ruffled apron - I am really proud of her, she sews so nicely. 
I spent the day in Tate's room, braided one width on my white swiss - if 
my chest was only stronger, I would enjoy sewing, but oh! I am so weary - 
<pb id="edmond10" n="10"/>
both in body and spirit.  My angel Mother, you would not have thought your 
two youngest born could grow so <sic corr="indifferent">indiferent</sic>.   I pine for a companion, tis 
not my fault, she loves me not.  My poor old Father, you are all that binds 
me here.  Helen is to be married, they are all <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic>, but do not wish me 
to share it - have seen no one, or heard nothing more from Dixie - </p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Wednesday 2, 1864</head>
        <p>Bright and beautiful - Ice glittering magnificently - moderating a 
great deal, by 12 o'clock all snow gone, real pleasant tonight.  Father went 
to Mr. Holmes', our victory confirmed by news from below.  Mr. Wilson dined 
with us, gave the same news Father heard at Mr. H's.  Nonconnah out of <sic corr="its">it's</sic> banks, still raining.  Tate and Cousin S. very much <sic corr="disappointed">dissipointed</sic>, as they 
 seem in great haste to go to the City.  I sat in Parlor after Mr. Wilson 
came, braided another width on my swiss, tis real fascinating work, but oh! 
my chest aches so badly, no one but my sainted Mother ever knew or sympathized 
with me in this affliction.  Laura washed today, although my only 
companion she has fallen into the arms of Morpheus, and left me real lonely,
she and Bettie are improving very much in their lessons.  Poor Father, he 
too is alone.  I have forgiven the past, heavenly Father, give me strength 
to forget it.  Nothing late from Jimmie or Eddie - Lord be with them in
all hours of danger, and bring them safe to us.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Thursday 3, 1864</head>
        <p>The monotony of our life was somewhat changed today, by a visit from 
Lt. Bayard of the 4th U. S. R. to Nannie, he is her cousin, and came this 
<pb id="edmond11" n="11"/>
distance with only six scouts to make a call, they behaved themselves very 
well, ate dinner with us - and they all admit our dear Rebel Gen. Forrest 
defeated them badly in their raid to Okolona.  Decatur Doyle came this 
evening from Dixie - Jimmie sailed for Europe the 6th. of Feb. Eddie and 
all the boys safe through the fight.  Pontotoc suffered very much -  Sister 
Mary with the two youngest children will start home some time next month. 
Col. Jeff Forrest is really killed - Sherman has returned to Vicksburgh. 
Our Army of Johnston advancing - Grant reported falling back.</p>
        <p>I have been <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> braiding all day, one more width finished - Laura 
has provoked me and I feel real cross - she or I one should certainly have 
less temper at times.  All of them received letters tonight except me, tis 
now  10 o'c, and I think I will try and get to sleep early tonight.  I 
suppose they are all happy in the house, O can never content myself with 
the lonely life I lead.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Friday 4, 1864</head>
        <p>I do wish Nonconnah would fall, and let a visitor from Memphis return 
home, for I am always in an ill humor when she is about.  Tate and Helen 
went over to see Missie Morgan this evening.  I have been in Tate's room 
all day <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing - almost finished my dress - </p>
        <p>Mr. Hildebrand was here today, <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> noting later from Dixie - nor 
have we heard anything today.  I wish one of the scouts would come, and 
bring us some news.  It has been very cloudy and disagreeable all day, 
this evening we had quite a storm.  I received today another batch of letters 
<pb id="edmond12" n="12"/>
from Dixie, to be mailed in Memphis for Yankee land.  Decatur told us Gen. 
Armstrong had been ordered to Miss. he has taken Mariah to Mobile to be 
confined, poor girl I pity her, no Mother or relation to be with her.  Laura 
as usual nodding, and I feel all alone.  Beulah and Tippie Dora also enjoying 
their nap.  I feel real sick tonight - oh!  I am so lonely - what is to be 
my fate - oh!  God shield me, have I not suffered enough - make my future 
bright.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Saturday 5, 1864</head>
        <p>Nonconnah has fallen at last, and crowds of <sic corr="wagons">waggons</sic> are passing,  
loaded with provisions, in exchange for their cotton.  Joanna and Cousin S. 
went to town this morning.  Mr. Wilson came early and <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> until after 
dinner with us.  Tate, Helen, Nannie &amp; Decatur all spent the day sewing 
in my room, Decatur excepted of course from the sewing - we had a pleasant 
time.  Only this morning I did wish I was a man.  I never read a more 
insulting note in my life than Father received from Dr. Malone.  I will not 
 stain the page of my book writing of such a dog, and hope God will give 
me strength to forgive it - </p>
        <p>Cold Water and all streams below so high that we have no communication 
with Dixie - therefore have heard no news today.  I would give anything if  
I could send the things I have for the poor soldiers - poor fellows, I know 
they need them - would to heaven I had money to get all I could bring 
through the lines.  I finished my dress today, and made Laura a beautiful 
apron.  12 o'c, no Beulah yet.  Laura, Tippie Dora &amp; I alone, they asleep.</p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond13" n="13"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Sunday 6, 1864</head>
        <p>A bright and beautiful day.  Tate and Nannie went to Church.  Col. 
Perkins came home with them to take Nannie home with him.  Prior leaves 
for the Army in the morning, was anxious to see Nannie before he left. 
Tate saw Cousin Cambell, just arrived from Dixie, no news - waters up - 
Telegraph all destroyed - floating rumors that Sherman had arrived safely 
in Vicksburgh, Forrest moving this way - that is glorious news for us. 
Cousin Mat, Frazor and Joanna came from Memphis about 10 o'c.  Mary was 
delighted with the arrival of Frazor.  Joanna went to the Provost Marshall 
yesterday to get her a pass, and he started to arrest her, thought it was 
me.  I heard some good news, she heard one of the 4th. U. S. R. swear 
he would shoot old Gibbert, the dutch detective. </p>
        <p>I have not received a letter for over two weeks, and expect old 
Williams has intercepted them in the Post Office - oh!  God, how long, 
how long must we suffer - </p>
        <p>Beulah has run off again tonight.  Laura, Tip and I alone.  Laura 
and Bettie said a good lesson - we all sat in the Parlour after Tea.  One 
month today since Jimmie left for Europe.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Monday 7, 1864</head>
        <p>The quiet of our life was disturbed today by the arrival of 150 
Yankees - only two came to the house.  We gave them their dinner.  Mr. 
Wilson and Decatur were down in the Orchard.  Helen sent for them to come 
and capture the Yanks, we saw the rest coming, &amp; Tate and I ran to tell 
them it was too great a risk.  Mr. W. and D. were nearly to the gate, I was 
<pb id="edmond14" n="14"/>
never so excited - we turned them in time, the two Yanks passed while we 
were standing there.  Mr. W. and D. came to the house and spent some time 
with us, when Mr. W. followed the Yankees.  They returned about 9 o'c on 
their way to Memphis.  D. and Cousin F. had a run again, with the horses, 
but fortunately none of them came in.</p>
        <p>I have not done any work today, have suffered death with my spine. 
Tate and Helen at work in my room all day - I sat in Tate's room until 
bed time.  Beulah, Laura, and Tip all in time - I amused myself reading 
Artemus Wards book.</p>
        <p>We did not hear what the Yanks went for, we heard from Eddie and the 
boys, all safe.  One of Henderson's scouts arrived.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Tuesday 8, 1864</head>
        <p>Cousin Mat, Frazor and Joanna went in town this morning.  Joanna was 
to have returned this evening, did not come.  We heard what the Yanks were 
after - old Frank the detective carried them to Felix Davis's and took him 
and his wife both to Memphis, they are now in the Irving Block, we did not 
hear the offence, only 'twas some old grudge he had against Mr. Davis.  They 
stole a good deal from Widow Hildebrand's but she has taken the oath, and 
I don't care much.  I pity poor Mr. &amp; Mrs. Davis, they have been so kind 
to our Soldiers.</p>
        <p>Nannie Perkins came home this morning.  Joe Clayton - Memphis Light 
Dragoons - came on short furlough.  Tate &amp; I are going after Mrs. Clayton 
&amp; Hal tomorrow.  We all spent the evening in the Parlor, singing and 
playing.  I am almost crazy with my spine, took a dose of Morphine, I am 
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in so much pain it does not affect me - All spent day in my room sewing - 
Laura and Beulah in, Tip not arrived.  Oh! I am so lonely, and suffering 
so much.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Wednesday 9, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and I went over to Mrs. Clayton early this morning - had to pass 
through the Yankee Camp, no trouble, spent the day and came back this evening. 
Hal and Dink came with us - Tate's horse threw her, not hurt, I was never 
so full of laugh - reached home about dark.  After Tea we were all sitting 
in the Parlor when in walked Joe Clayton and Mr. McCorkle, our little St. 
Louis friend, he has a furlough, and is going to St. Louis and New York 
to see his Father and Sister - we were all delighted to see him.  All sat 
in the Parlor until 11 o'clock, singing, playing and had  a real nice time.
Laura and I were not so lonely.  Hal shared my little room - I heard of 
my letters in town, but could not get any one to bring them to me.  Mr. 
Wilson took one of those Yankees prisoner the other evening, and got him 
a fine Saddle and Bridle, so he has made up for his loss at the Party.  Oh! 
I am suffering so much with my spine, what is to become of me -  </p>
        <p>Mrs. Dupre arrived from Dixie, sent Helen two letters by me.  I was 
so much disappointed that I did not get one.  I expect my friends will 
all forget me now that I cannot run to Memphis and bring what they want.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Thursday 10, 1864</head>
        <p>Mr. McCorkle and Tate went to Memphis this morning.  I hope he may
have a safe and pleasant trip.  Cousin Frazor left for Dixie this morning.</p>
        <pb id="edmond16" n="16"/>
        <p>We were delighted to see Mr. Wilson and Harbert this evening, they <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> with us until after Tea, <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> a letter from Eddie and Bro. George.  Tate 
was kind enough ti bring my letters from Memphis, one from Miss Em, two were 
for Surg Lenord from Mo to my care.  Our house is crowded tonight.  Mrs. 
Clayton and Hal share my room.  I sat up very late, wrote to Maj. Price &amp; 
Dr. Moses.  No Yanks near today.  I have suffered, no one can tell how 
much, with my spine.  Mr. Bob Wallace and friend came to spend the night 
with us.  I am so lonely and my spine hurts me so much I can't sew, and 
it is impossible to fix my mind on any reading for ten minutes, in the 
excitement we live in.  I am unhappy and I tremble for fear there is something 
more fatal to befall me, as the Spine so much influences the brain.</p>
        <p>Beulah and Tip and Laura all here, sat up until 12 o'clock.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Friday 11, 1864</head>
        <p>Mrs. Clayton, Hal and Dink all went home this morning - Mr. Wallace 
&amp; friend left.  Decatur Doyle and Joe Clayton both left for Dixie - they 
both got all they came for.  It has seemed quite lonely all day.  I have 
been compelled to lie down most of the day with my spine, it is getting 
worse all the time.  Tate &amp; Helen sat in my room all day sewing.  I am 
happy that poor Father can have some quiet now.  I sat in the Parlor a 
little while after Tea - have spent the evening in my own lonely little room. 
Laura and Bettie said a good lesson - I tried to keep Laura awake, but she 
<sic corr="nodded">noded</sic> so, it worried me, and I sent her to bed.  Tip is also asleep, and 
Beulah has not yet made her appearance.  I wrote to Miss Em tonight, tis 
half past twelve - and I feel afraid.  Joanna would not let me have the 
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key to lock my door, two robbers were killed near here yesterday, the 
Country is full of them - oh!  God protect me.  One year ago Mrs. Bredell 
&amp; I arrived in Granada - Wednesday.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Saturday 12, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and Bettie went to Memphis this morning, did not succeed in 
getting anything through the lines, the Picket was very insulting to her. 
She brought me a letter, but not for myself, only my care, to Mr. Lawson 
in Henderson's scouts.  I forwarded it to Capt. H. also a package of late 
papers, by Mr. Harbut, who spent the evening with us.  We all sat in the 
Parlor, and have had a pleasant evening.  Mr. Harbut <sic corr="vaccinated">vacxinated</sic> Father, 
Helen, Nannie and I , also Jane and Laura.  I have made the skirt to my 
swiss Mull, and fixed me a beautiful braid pattern, and drew on the skirt 
ready for my work on Monday morning.  I have not suffered much with my spine 
today, though only on account of taking Morphine last night, which has 
made me insensible to the pain.  11 o'clock, so I will to bed - no Beulah.  
Father gave me a key today.  Tippie Dora &amp; Laura both here.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Sunday 13, 1864</head>
        <lg type="verse">
          <l>Hopes, what are they?  Beads of morning</l>
          <l>Strung on Slender blades of Grass,</l>
          <l>Sweet is hope's wild warbled air</l>
          <l>But oh! - it's echo is despair!</l>
        </lg>
        <p>Today is the first anniversary of the happiest day in my life - just 
one short year ago, twas then on Friday morning, he came for me to walk on
<pb id="edmond18" n="18"/>
the hill to listen to the echoes of our triumph at Fort Pemberton 
(Greenwood) - I rushed on to meet my fate, oh!  God that it had never 
overtaken me - yet tis the brightest spot in my sad life - his  love - in 
reviewing my diary for '63 I find in this day a quotation from Raphael 
which has indeed found its moral.  Oh! who in the course of his life has 
not felt some joy without a security, and without the certainty of a morrow. 
Time hath power over hours, none over the soul.  Time had power over his 
heart, yet none over my true and holy love.  Today he <sic corr="woos">wooes</sic> the daughter 
of a more sunny clime - Miss Sallie Anderson of Mobile, may she never know 
 the pangs of a deceived heart - I have spent the day alone in my little 
room, finished the book of John - bright and beautiful, though rather cool. 
Laura and Bettie went to Mrs. Wilson's, all the whole family walking and 
enjoying themselves - tis just four o'clock - I will wait until after Tea 
to finish.  I sat in the Parlor with the Father after Tea.  Laura and Bettie 
speeled at Baker tonight - No Beulah or Tip - Laura &amp; I alone.  Oh!  my 
heavenly Father humble my heart, and give me Christian patience.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Monday 14, 1864</head>
        <p>I have had a miserable cold, and not fit for society - yet we have 
been delighted by the visit of a Rebel Major, Maj. Allen, who spent the 
day with us.  I tried to braid on my dress, only a little while, my spine 
pained me <sic corr="terribly">teribly</sic>.  Maj. A. went down to Col. Perkins to stay until Thursday, 
when I will have returned from Memphis - having attended to his wants.  Mr. 
Wilson and Harbut came this evening.  Mr. Harbut has brought him a new horse 
<pb id="edmond19" n="19"/>
very pretty one.  Poor Anna, I think Mr. Wilson ought to give her rest - 
they <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> right late, we had a pleasant evening - music, conversation, &amp;c. 
Anna Nelson  and I have made our arrangements to go into Memphis tomorrow 
and not return till next day.  Oh!  Lord, deliver me from getting in any 
trouble with the Yanks, this will be a hard trip, I have a great risk to 
run.  No Beulah tonight, I think she has forsaken her post.  Laura and 
Tip both here nodding.  I feel like I had been stewed - oh!  God, protect, 
guide and make me a good girl.  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Tuesday 15, 1864</head>
        <p>Anna Nelson and I started to Memphis about 9 o'clock, suffered very 
much with the cold, <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic> at Mr. Roberts to warm - from there we passed 
through the Pickets to the Pigeon Rooste Road - found Mr. Harbut's after 
much searching - did not reach Memphis until 10 o'clock, left out horse &amp; 
buggy at Mr. Barbier's, went up town - and not one thing would the Merchants 
sell us<sic corr=",">.</sic>  because we did not live in their lines.  I consoled myself with    
a wheel that could not turn - could not spin - went to see my friend Mrs. 
Facklen, she went up town and bought the things for me - poor deluded 
fools, I would like to see them thwart a Southerner in such an undertaking 
as I had.  Spent a very pleasant evening with Mrs. Facklen's family - all 
rebels, and we talked just as we please! - </p>
        <p>Mrs. F. and I did not go to sleep until 2 o'c, this being the first 
time I had seen her since she returned from Dixie.  I have finished all my 
provisions, and will have nothing to do tomorrow except fixing my things 
for smuggling.</p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond20" n="20"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Wednesday 16, 1864</head>
        <p>Went up Street directly after Breakfast to finish a little job I 
forgot on yesterday.  At one o'clock Mrs. Facklen, Mrs. Kirk and I began 
to fix my articles for <sic corr="smuggling">smugling</sic>, we made a balmoral of the Grey cloth for 
uniform, <sic corr="pinned">pin'd</sic> the Hats to the inside of my hoops - tied the boots with a 
strong list, letting them fall directly in front, the cloth having monopolized 
the back &amp; the Hats the side - All my letters, brass buttons,  
money, &amp;c in my bosom - left at 2 o'clock to meet Anna at Mr. Barbie's - 
started to walk, impossible that - hailed a hack - rather suspicious of it, 
afraid of small-pox, weight of contrabands ruled - jumped in, with orders 
for a hurried drive to Cor Main &amp; Vance - arrived, found Anna not ready, 
had to wait for her until 5 o'clock, very impatient - started at last - 
arrived at Pickets, no trouble at all, although I suffered horribly in 
anticipation of trouble.  Arrived at home at dusk, found Mr. Wilson &amp; 
Harbut, gave them late papers and all news.  Mrs. Harbut here to meet 
her Bro.  <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> Mr. Wilson a letter from Home in Ky.  Worn out.  8 yds. 
Long cloth, 2 Hats, 1 pr Boots, 1 doz. Buttons, letters, &amp;c. 2 Cords, 8 
tassels.</p>
        <p>Laura, Beulah &amp; Tippie Dora, all in.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Thursday 17, 1864</head>
        <p>My cold is no better - miserably hoarse, got up rather late.  Laura 
brought my breakfast to my room, fixed my work to go in the Parlor - found 
Mr. Wilson &amp; Mr. Harbut arrived - All <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing, laughing &amp; talking, - 
<pb id="edmond21" n="21"/>
when the Yankees were reported coming, Mr. W. &amp; H in the greatest haste 
retreated through the Garden, left their horses - the report was a mistake, 
it being Maj. Phil Allin - All quiet again, enjoying ourselves very much. 
Maj. Allin liked his Hats very much.  Mr. Harbut, Sr. &amp; Mr. Redford came - 
after a little Mr. Falls and Miss McKinney, they brought the rest of Maj. 
Allin's clothes.  Mr. Wilson left early to start a currier below - the 
rest remained until after dinner then returned to Memphis.  Mr. Harbut &amp; 
Maj. Allin <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> late, left together, oh! how I hate to see the last 
 Grey Coat  disappear.  Father and I sat alone in the Parlor after Tea.</p>
        <p>Laura, Beulah &amp; Tip all in tonight, all asleep except I.  I shall read 
myself into the arms of Morpheus - When, oh!  when will it be bright, my 
Savior I trust in thee, hope &amp; faith oh!  God give me strength -</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Friday 18, 1864</head>
        <p>One of the loveliest days I ever spent, bright and beautiful.  I have 
been very <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> braiding my dress. finished 1 1/2 yd. it is very fascinating 
work, and with my natural <sic corr="abhorrence">abhorance</sic> of sewing I think this particular kind 
would give me much pleasure, if it were not for my miserable old spine. 
I am suffering intensely tonight from my hard days work.  I fixed Mr. Noe's 
grave this evening, it is a lovely spot but oh! so sad, my heart aches 
when I think of his long suffering, and so young, taken from his poor widowed 
Mother.  Oh! God drive those miserable wretches from our Sunny land, and 
give us freedom and peace.  I have been alone today except Laura sewing. 
Tate came twice to sew on the machine - Joanna &amp; Anna Wilson went to town 
this morning, got back safe, no late news.  Mr. Wallace, Henry Wilson &amp; 
friend were here to Tea.  I came to my room very early - heard Bettie's &amp; 
Laura's lessons.  Beulah and Tippie Dora both here - read myself to sleep - </p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond22" n="22"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Saturday 19, 1864</head>
        <p>Today has been just as gloomy as yesterday was bright - cold, windy 
&amp; cloudy.  Helen &amp; Nannie had a general cleaning up in the house.  Laura 
was unusually particular about my room, kept me waiting until dinner time 
to get to my sewing.  I made up for lost time, finished one width of braiding, 
and drew the rest of the pattern off.  I don't know what I shall do, 
if I am to spend so much of my time alone - no companion except my sewing, 
which is almost too much food for a mind in the present state of my own - 
however, tis all for the best, God's will, not mine be done.</p>
        <p>Tate &amp; Anna Nelson went to town this morning, got back safe.  Mr. 
Eyrich sent me a nice lot of papers, Tate brought me a letter, as usual not 
my own, from Capt. Hoenstein to his wife in Mobile.  No late news. </p>
        <p>Laura &amp; Bettie recited a very good lesson tonight - everything in my 
room <foreign lang="la"><sic corr="status quo">statu quo</sic></foreign>.  Anna Wilson did not come, went with Helen &amp; Nannie upstairs.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Sunday 20, 1864</head>
        <p>Another <sic corr="Sabbath">Sabath</sic> passed, and I read only eight Chapters in my Bible - 
first of the Acts - I did not get up until rather late.  Laura brought me 
a nice, warm breakfast to my room.  I don't know what I should do if it 
were not for her.  A disagreeable day, cloudy, gloomy and real cold.  I 
spent the morning alone in the Parlor reading.  Mr. Wilson &amp; Mr. Harbut 
arrived about 12 o'clock.  No news, except that which we <sic corr="regretted">regreted</sic> very much. 
Gen. Chalmers relieved of his command, ordered to report to Gen. Polk, 
<sic corr="Missouri">Misouri</sic>.  McCulock takes his place - Forrest is on the wing again, no one 
knows where to - God bless Eddie and keep him safe, wherever they may go. </p>
        <pb id="edmond23" n="23"/>
        <p>Tate, Nannie, Helen &amp; Mollie Strange all went to Church - got back 
late of course, were delighted to see our Scouts.  Mr. Wilson is going to 
Camp tomorrow, I am so sorry.  I had a nice bundle of papers to send Capt. 
Henderson, one also to Dr. Moses.  Oh! if I was only sleepy, and nothing 
to read - what shall I do - Laura, Beulah &amp; Tip all asleep.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Monday 21, 1864</head>
        <p>Wake'd up almost <sic corr="suffocating">sufocating</sic> with the Smoke - wind from the East.  Laura 
had to throw all the fire out of the stove.  Began my work early, nothing 
to disturb me all day - finished two widths on my dress in braiding.  Sat 
in the Parlor, no companion.  Father came in once or twice, sat in his easy 
chair and read.  Laura &amp; I sat an old Goose this evening, and I think she 
acted her name to perfection about the nest we fixed for her - how cold 
today, it is real winterish.  I am afraid we will not have much fruit this
 year.  I sat in the Parlor a little while after Tea - Father was reading, 
so I thought my own little room much more agreeable, as the rest all went 
in Tate's room. </p>
        <p>Beulah has run off again tonight, and I expect will certainly get 
herself in trouble.  Bettie and Laura in the same old style with their 
spelling lesson - all over, and here I sit alone, rocking, rocking, rocking - 
with the few embers in the grate my only reflection to the thousand thoughts 
which crowd my poor, clouded mind - oh! for sleep, deep sleep to relieve me.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Tuesday 22, 1864</head>
        <p>Sunshine has greeted us once more - it has been a lovely day.  Nannie 
<pb id="edmond24" n="24"/>
&amp; Annie Nelson went to town this morning, got back safe.  
No news - Mr. 
Eyrich sent me the late papers - I sent them on to Capt. 
Henderson by Mr. 
Harbut, he spent the day with us - his Bro &amp; Mr. Redford 
came down to meet 
him, brought him a fine horse.  We all spent the day in the Parlor.  I  
finished braiding my dress - just as we had finished Tea, 
and were quietly 
chatting in the Parlor, - Peter ran hurriedly in and announced Jim Titus 
and Mr. Jack Doyle - of course we were all astonished, 
imagined Forrest 
near, and many other such ideas, ran out to meet them,
 instead of Mr. Doyle 
met old Boss Pugh, we were delighted to see them, 
but sorry to hear Forrest 
had passed us and gone to Jackson, Tenn.  
Jim &amp; Mr. Pugh have only a short 
leave to see us, and then return to Columbus, 
where part of the command are. 
Eddie went with Forrest, I expect we will hear 
glorious news from him in 
a few days - God grant successful may be his career.  
Sat up rather late - 
as usual, my little family all right.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Wednesday 23, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate &amp; I went to Memphis this morning bright and early - <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic> at 
Mrs. Apperson's first - from there to Cousin Frazor.  
Tate met me at Mrs. 
Worsham's room, we then went up street, walked 
until three o'clock, attended 
to all <sic corr="affairs">affaires</sic> entrusted to our care, ready to leave at half past three - 
all of the Yankee Cavalry <sic corr="moving">moveing</sic>, destination not known - could hear no 
particulars, think they are going after Forrest, who we think is on his 
way to Kentucky.  The Yankees are evidently on a great fright about something. 
God grant they may be defeated in all their undertakings.  We came through
<pb id="edmond25" n="25"/>
white Pickets - I think we will not try them again - the Negroes are ten 
times more lenient - We came by Wash Taylor's, got two hats for soldiers - 
came through Yankee Camp, if the Lord forgives me I will never do it again. 
Yankee Soldier drove our horse in Nonconnah for us - seemed to be a gentleman, 
for which we were very grateful - found Mr. Harbut awaiting our report. 
Mr. John &amp; Henry Nelson &amp; Mr. Harbut took Tea with us.  Jim &amp; Mr. Pugh 
completed the list for a nice Rebel meeting - brought a great deal through 
lines this eve - Yankee Pickets took our papers -   </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Thursday 24, 1864</head>
        <p>I slept very late this morning - had breakfast in my room - I would 
rather have slept than have the choicest dishes from old Schwab's.  Ready 
at last, arrived in the Parlor, found Jim &amp; Mr. Pugh with the girls having 
a nice time - spent the morning fixing my old Bombazine dress.  Enjoyed 
my dinner finely, did not stay in the Parlor very long after dinner, came 
to my room and prepared for a nice evening siesta with London Papers for 
my companion - soon fell into the arms of Morpheus, slept soundly, but 
have had no spirit since awakening.  Joanna got back from Memphis, bringing  
Mammy to see Prince.  Anna Nelson will ride her Boo, a horse, through the 
lines tomorrow.  Mr. Harbut came early this eve, I left them all in the 
Parlor - Father allows them to sit up late, as he is reading the papers - 
I got tired and came to my room, but found it very cheerless, no fire, 
smoking.  Laura, Beulah &amp; Tip all asleep - oh!  I am so lonely - I feel 
a presentiment something good is going to turn up for the Confederacy - 
God bless my dear Bros, and bring them safe home again.</p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond26" n="26"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Friday 25, 1864</head>
        <p>As usual late, and breakfast in my room, found Nannie, Jim &amp; Mr. Pugh 
having a nice time in the Parlor - have not done any work scarcely, only 
hem'd Eddie two handkerchiefs - Mr. Pugh and I had a game of drafts - I 
beat him the best three in five.  Helen &amp; Joanna went over to Mr. Armstrong's, 
did not hear any late news, Mr. Harbut came this evening, he had no news, 
no <sic corr="courier">curior</sic> up for several days - heard from Mr. McMahon, in 2d. Mo Cav, he 
is very sick, and can't tell when he will come for his cloth and boots. 
Mr. Matthews, a soldier from Jackson Cavalry is staying with us tonight, 
Mr. Harbut stayed too, and we have spent a very pleasant evening.  Jim &amp; 
Boss Pugh the life of the party.  Father was very lenient with us tonight, 
let us sit up until 11 o'clock - we Rebels are having a gay time, although 
the Yankee Camp is only three miles off.  God bless our servants, for they 
are certainly very faithful.  Laura is sitting in a chair now, fast asleep - 
Bettie did not wait to say her lesson.  Beulah and Tippie Dora both sleep - 
here I sit, solitary and alone - my mind giving birth to a thousand thoughts 
yet none mature.  God bless my Brothers, and oh! make me a better and 
more useful woman - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Saturday 26, 1864</head>
        <p>Today everything in commotion, as it is a general cleaning up day. 
Laura did not give me possession of my room until 12 o'clock - have not 
set a stitch in sewing today.  Mr. Pugh and I spent the morning playing 
Drafts - I beat him badly.  After dinner he very kindly offered to fix my 
lock, so he &amp; I with Gimlet and other instruments proceed to my little 
<pb id="edmond27" n="27"/>
domicile to accomplish the task.  I think I shall recommend him as a No 1 
Carpenter - although he filled my eyes with sawdust - he fixed it very 
securely and nice - and I shall always think of and bless him, at the still 
hour of night, when thoughts and fears of a <sic corr="raid">raide</sic> from the Yankees or Robbers 
are soothed only with it's security, as my faithful slave Laura, my dog 
Beulah, &amp; kitty Tippie Dora, are always securely in the arms of Morpheus. 
I feel so much better about our affairs, I think the bright day is fast 
approaching.  Tate &amp; Anna Nelson got safe from Memphis - Anna got her  Bro's horse through the lines - We have glorious news from Forrest, tomorrow I 
will give full particulars.  God bless my Bro who is with him. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Sunday 27, 1864</head>
        <p>Rather lazy, as it was Sunday - Laura fixed me a very nice breakfast 
which I enjoyed in my room.  Helen &amp; Nannie went 
home with Anna Nelson, all 
rode horseback, the girls did not stay very long.  I spent the morning 
reading my Bible, finished the Acts today - took a long 
walk after dinner, 
with Beulah as a companion - she enjoyed it very much, especially the creek. 
Tate &amp; Helen went to ride over on the Plank Road 
this evening, they did not 
hear any news - Mr. Harbut came this evening, 
brought me a package of 
letters from Capt. Henderson, to be mailed in Memphis, 
also a note for 
myself from the Capt, with it  a Dixie newspaper, 
which I shall carry to 
Mr. Eyrich.  I sent Capt. H. a package of Yankee 
papers in return.  Forrest 
captured Union City Thursday, taking 800 
prisoners.  God grant he may be 
successful in all his attempts to gain our lost <sic corr="territory">teritory</sic>.  The Yanks as yet  
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have not started after him, oh! heaven keep my Bro safe - All my little 
household asleep, and I am lonely, oh! so lonely.  <sic corr="stayed">Staid</sic> in Parlor until 
10 o'c, Father made us all retire - Mr. Harbut, Mr. Pugh &amp; Jim he took 
with him - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Monday 28, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and Anna Nelson went to Memphis this morning - got back safe 
Mr. Tommerry gave Tate up all of her things the U. S. G. confiscated, she 
brought them all safe through the lines, they belong to Mr. Wallace, who 
will be delighted to hear they are recovered.  Mr. Harbut &amp; Jim went off 
scouting, did not return until late this evening.  We have had glorious 
news today - Mo. McCulloch captured Germantown, &amp; still moving forward. 
Forrest is having glorious victory in Kentucky - Hickman &amp; Paducah, both 
held by our forces - the Yanks are shelling Paducah.  We are not afraid of 
Gun Boats - Father of justice and mercy, crown our armies with victory, 
drive the wicked tyrants from our Sunny land - we humbly crave thy pardon 
&amp; blessing - oh! give us peace - guide my Bros, protect them from harm. </p>
        <p>I made my white swiss skirt, played drafts with Mr. Pugh, he beat me 
badly - <sic corr="trimmed">trimed</sic> the Rose trees - have spent a very pleasant day - 
and am 
so happy tonight after the good news - God bless 
our dear Soldiers and Officers.</p>
        <p>I worship Jeff Davis and every Rebel in Dixie - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Tuesday 29. 1864</head>
        <epigraph>
          <p>A merry heart maketh a cheerful 
countenance; but by sorrow of heart 
the spirit is broken - Proverbs - </p>
        </epigraph>
        <p>I am sitting in my little room alone, with the exception of my little 
family, who are more inclined to the silent embrace 
of Morpheus than any 
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pleasures the quiet of my own society could give.  Father was tired, went 
to his room early, gave us permission to sit up until 11 o'clock.  I 
availed myself of it for a short time - finally withdrew to a more quiet 
scene, leaving Mr. Harbut, Mr. Pugh and Jim together with the girls, <sic corr="having">haveing</sic> a gay time.  I have spent the day, how?  I think it is how, Mr. Pugh &amp; I 
played drafts most of the time, he beat me badly.  I wonder in after years 
if I can recall this day, and imagine the same feeling of <foreign lang="fr">je ne sais quoi</foreign> which I have experienced, there is a bright day fast approaching, I can't 
say why, but I feel it - oh! my beautiful savior, only teach my heart to 
be pure and good, let no unholy thought or action lead me astray oh! keep 
me near thee, let thy influence and protection guide me from wickedness, 
in the paths of righteousness - hasten the day I am to be free from this 
melancholy - then I will prove my punishment has been great enough, and 
through my afflictions I am a child of God - oh! give me thy love, make 
me a christian.  God bless my Brothers, and my dear old Father - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Wednesday 30, 1864</head>
        <p>It seems I can never go to Memphis 
without some disagreeable arrangements 
and sayings.  I was greatly disappointed in my trip.  Tate and I went 
together.  I <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic> at Mrs. Facklen's on Union St. - she went on up to 
Cousin Frazor's in the buggy - Mrs. Facklen 
and Mrs. Kirk in great distress, 
old Hurbbut gave her ten days to abandon her house, she took <sic corr="an">and</sic> old Yankee 
Officer, his Wife &amp; two children to board with her, 
hoping he would recall 
the heartless order to make her and her little children homeless.  I did 
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not smuggle a thing through the lines, except some letters.  Mr. 
Tommery gave me a permit to bring 2 Gals Whiskey and 5 bbs Tobacco - 
which I got home safely.  Frazor came out in the buggy with me, Cousin 
Mat and Tate came together, we did not have any trouble at all - they 
all sat up very late in the Parlor, I came to my room early.  Jim and Mr. 
Pugh came with me  to try my whiskey - which they pronounced very good.</p>
        <p>I received a letter from Mrs. Moses today - and am really distressed 
she did not receive the last I forwarded to her.  Forrest is having his 
own way in Kentucky - God grant Eddie may be safe.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>March, Thursday 31, 1864</head>
        <p>Laura awakened me standing by the bed with my breakfast.  I was too 
sleepy to eat, and only drank my Coffee.  I have felt very badly all day, 
did not do any sewing, lying down most of the day.  Mr. Pugh, Jim and Mr. 
Harbut with Jim's body guard the Prince of darkness, left for Dixie.  Mr. 
Harbut is to meet the other Scouts a few miles below here, where they will 
all cross the R. R. together, joining Capt. Henderson somewhere in Tenn - 
all of troops have crossed Charlston R. R. and I expect we will hear glorious 
news in the nest few days.  Jim &amp; Mr. Pugh are trying to find a way to join 
Forrest, they had not been gone more than five minutes when four Yankees, 
belonging to 6th, Ill. Cav. came riding in, asked if we had seen any 
Confederate Soldiers, of course we said no.  I think they came to steal, but 
we were polite to them, and they left - only wanted some milk, which they 
got.  Tate &amp; Nannie went to town today, Mr. Perryman got them a pass - they 
got home safe, but saw Anna Nelson and Sallie Hildebrand arrested and carried 
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back with a Negro guard, for <sic corr="smuggling">smugling</sic> a pr of boots - </p>
        <p>Forrest is still <sic corr="moving">moveing</sic> onward through Ky, having everything his 
own way.  I came to my room early.  A <sic corr="terrible">terible</sic> rainstorm raging - my pets 
all in.  May my heart still be humble, and trust that God will, in his own 
time, brighten my life and <sic corr="happiness">happines</sic> - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Friday 1, 1864</head>
        <p>A gloomy day, raining, cold, and dreary.  I have managed to exist, 
have not done much sewing.  I came to my room after dinner, and spent the 
evening reading the Caxton's - although quite an old book, I have never 
read it.  I began with high expectations, and recommendations, as Bulwer's 
best - must confess I was greatly <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>.  I think ‘What will he do 
with it ?’ is one of the best novels I ever read - with that as my last 
remembrance of Bulwer, it would scarce be expected I could admire old Mr. 
Caxton's eccentric disposition, or <sic corr="Lady">Ladie</sic> Caxton's great lack of spirit, 
through fear of her liege lord - Beulah was my companion - I could not 
listen to her distressed whine, unfastened her chain, she went out as I 
came to my room after tea, and has not yet returned.  I fear they will all 
get into trouble, poor Beulah, she is my best friend, but I do not think 
she has many friends outside of my own little room.  Laura and Bettie said 
a very good lesson - Laura and Tippie Dora both asleep.  No late news from 
Forrest.  I am so lonely, how long oh! Lord, how long must I wait - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Saturday 2, 1864</head>
        <p>Ever memorable and (to me ) sad day.  I was awakened this morning by the 
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pitious howl of poor Fosco - as I feared when Beulah left the room, 
they all killed seven sheep last night.  Uncle Elum knocked Fosco in 
the head, Beulah ran to my room, thereby saving her life - Father sent 
for her, and then came for her - but oh! he knew not what he asked - to 
give my dog - my best friend - my Beulah, who had so often defended me 
in danger, my only protector in the dead hour of night - to drive her from 
my side, to be murdered.  I would as soon thought of kneeling myself on 
the block, as to see my best friend.  Father positively forbid my <sic corr="taking">takeing</sic> her off - I hope God will forgive me for the disobedience, but I was obliged 
to do it.  Mary Robinson and Joe Smith took her to Memphis in the buggy to 
Ed and Rhoda.  I know they will love her - none of them <sic corr="sympathize">sympathise</sic> or 
appreciate the sorrow it gave me to part with poor Beulah.  Old Wright's 
drunken son has been prowling all over the place tonight, shot Ben's dog, 
Edmondson's battery both white and black started after him, met him in the 
lane, he cocked his gun and flourished it - cowardly dog, sneaked off after  
that.  Laura, Tip and I all alone, oh! my poor, poor Beulah, how can I do 
without you - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Sunday 3, 1864</head>
        <p>This has been a sad and lonely day for me - I miss my poor Beulah so 
much.  Tippie Dora has not come tonight, so Laura and I are all alone.  Tate, 
Joanna, Nannie, Robert, and Uncle Elum all went to Church.  Father went up 
to Mr. Hildebrand's, Helen was at home, spent the morning in her own room. 
My sainted Mother, how different from what you wished, to see your two youngest 
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born so widely separated, both in thought &amp; feeling - it is not my fault, 
I pine for a companion, yet she is happier with those of her choice - </p>
        <p>I spent the morning in Father's big chair, reading.  I read the book 
of Romans, Father returned but had no news.  We have not heard from Forrest 
since he crossed the Cumberland at Eddyville.  God grant us success throughout 
the State, and return my Bro safe to us once again.  I spent  the morning 
alone, grieving for my lost friend - just one week ago this eve I had a long 
walk, with her as companion, but now I, oh! it makes no difference to any 
one but myslef, why do I thus complain.  A hard storm of rain and wind is 
raging.  Laura learning her lesson.  Bettie did not come tonight.  Father 
of mercy give me hope, brighten my life, oh! give me a companion, or my 
mind is lost.  Thy will, not mine oh!  Lord be done - Tip just arrived </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Monday 4, 1864</head>
        <p>The days now passing are of so much <sic corr="pain">paine</sic> and unhappiness to me, it 
is with the greatest difficulty I can have patience at night to make a record 
of my sad life.  The weather today as gloomy as my feelings - cold and 
drizzling.  Anna Nelson spent the morning, I went in to sit with her, did not 
stay long - oh! for happiness and peace - there is no love or sympathy for 
me there.  I did not sit in the Parlor long after Tea - Father retired 
early - Laura and Bettie had a very good lesson - Laura now deep in slumber. 
Tippie Dora in bed asleep, but my poor Beulah, alas, the best of friends 
must part - I am alone, all alone, there is a mournful spell in the heart 
echo of that simple word, even when it bounds through the warm blood of 
youth!  - I have thought until my brain feels like a burning fire - it 
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is 1 o'clock, yet where is sleep or rest for my weary spirit - oh! 
heavenly Father, have I not suffered enough - remove this trouble, and 
if I am not humble then return it to me.  Oh! try me once again, bless 
me and brighten my hopes - and guide and lead me in the paths of Righteousness. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Tuesday 5, 1864</head>
        <p>I was awakened at daylight by a servant  with a note from Miss Hudson 
who has succeeded in getting all she wants out of Memphis, and promised to 
take the things I had for Mrs. Hudson to her.  I regreted not having all 
the things through the lines, but sent what I had - Although awakened, I 
did not think it too late to take a nice little nap - which thanks to Laura 
lasted until 10 o'clock.  Breakfast I have no taste for, yet as Laura 
brought it to my room, I tried to treat it with politeness - </p>
        <p>Nannie, Helen and Father were all gone to the funeral of Mrs. Barton's 
little girl.  I spent the remainder of the morning alone, met all at dinner, 
no <sic corr="definite">deffinite</sic> news, some say Forrest has returned, I think though tis only 
prisoners sent through - Sewed some today, all together a dull, lonely 
time.  Tip and Laura as usual asleep - I thinking, and wondering when I 
can be relieved - God be with me, Guide, protect and make me a christian - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Wednesday 6, 1864</head>
        <p>Laura awakened me this morning with the news that Beulah was at my 
door - oh!  it seems there is always something to trouble me.  Father 
allowed her to be chained, and so far has not killed her.  We were very much 
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surprised this morning by the arrival of five of Forrest's men - Eddie &amp; 
Elb leading the advance, while Capt. Jim Barber, Capt. Farrell &amp; Mr. John 
Kirk brought up the rear - oh! I was so happy, we have spent a delightful 
day, have taken it time about standing Picket, with the horses hid in the 
woods - Geo. Anderson came running up, had just had a nice race with the 
Yankees - in a little while Joanna &amp; Nannie came from town with the news 
the Yanks were camping on Horn Lake creek tonight, having heard Forrest 
had a good many of his men in here on leave - they will have to be right 
smart if they get our five, with the assistance of Edmondson's battery 
for Pickets - We all sat up very late, I left them in the Parlor - tis 
so much happiness to see so many of our Rebel friends - oh! I am happy, 
yet miserable, my heart is never free from pain, have mercy upon me, oh! 
my savior, guide and give me happiness - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Thursday 7, 1864</head>
        <p>I feel dull and stupid this morning - We have had a happy day, although 
the Yankees are still down the road.</p>
        <p>Tate and Nannie went to the Pickets this morning, were turned back, 
the lines closed.  Capt. Barber &amp; Mr. Kirk cannot get their things.  I had 
not the heart to see them <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>, so <sic corr="robbed">rob'd</sic> old Mr. McMahon of 2d. Mo. 
Mr. Kirk took his Boots, Capt. Barber his uniform.  I will get him more 
through the lines before he comes for them.  I beat Capt. Farrell two games 
of Chess tonight, Father let us sit up just as late as we wanted to, and 
we had a delightful evening.  Nannie &amp;c very <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing all day.  Nannie 
&amp; I made two shirts for a Kentucky'n who is so far from home, and no one 
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to take an interest in his need.  I sent him a pair of Pants too - </p>
        <p>Joanna, Helen, &amp; Tate made Eddie two - oh!  I would give anything if 
I had it in my power to give them everything they need.</p>
        <p>My poor Beulah is fast asleep at my feet, tomorrow I must give her up 
again, thank heavens Father is not going to kill her.  All my little household 
all quiet in slumber.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Friday 8, 1864</head>
        <p>A bright and beautiful day, yet a lonely one, our Rebel friends left 
us - and my poor Beulah was taken away again.  Helen &amp; Nannie went over 
to Mr. Harbut's, and took her to Willie Duke.  Capt. Barber, Capt. Farrell, 
Mr. Kirk, Eddie and Elb went over on the Plank Road nearly to Nonconnah, 
did not see any Yanks, heard of a squad going into Memphis just before them, 
they came back just before dinner, did not have time to wait, as Laura was 
just done churning, they drank heartily of Buttermilk.  I made them each 
a nice julep, they went off in fine spirits, yet I can never answer for one sad 
heart they left behind.  I went to sleep after dinner, and slept until very 
late.  Poor Mr. Noe,  just two years today since he was wounded - I decked 
his grave with flowers, and his suffering during the eleven weeks I nursed 
him, after his wound, until the time of his death, were ever present in my 
mind.  Father and I sat in the Parlor a short time after supper.  Laura 
and Bettie worried me a great deal with their lesson.  Poor Beulah, I miss 
her so much - will my troubles never cease, hope is my Talisman - every 
dark cloud hath it's silvery lining -  </p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond37" n="37"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Saturday 9, 1864</head>
        <p>What strange weather. cold, bitter cold &amp; raining.  Laura awakened 
me with the news that Lieut. Buchanon of 2 Mo. Cav. with two of his men were 
here.  I hastened to dress, as I expected they would have some news - they 
came here last night about 6 o'clock to see if we could tell them anything 
about the Pickets.  I dressed and went in the Parlor, he did not stay very 
long, had twenty men with him on an expedition to capture Cav Pickets - 
I <sic corr="regretted">regreted</sic> to learn from him this morning they had failed - they took 
french leave, we thought we heard the Yanks coming, they did not get this 
far, rob'd poor old Mr. Isbell of all his meat, and a great deal of corn, - 
fourteen in the squad, how I wish those Mo's could have known it in time 
to have captured them.  Oh! mercy, I am so lonely - have not sewed much 
today, sat in the Parlor with Father a little while after tea.  Poor 
Father, his heart is as sad as my own.  L. &amp; B. did not say a lesson 
tonight.  Laura, Tip and I all alone, poor, poor Beulah - I sat up very 
late, alone, ah! the <sic corr="heart's">hearts</sic> echo of that simple word. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Sunday 10, 1864</head>
        <p>Oh! what a relief to the weary, aching brain, when there seems naught for 
which to live; when this beautiful earth holds no joy; when the glorious 
sunsets, with their rose tinted clouds have no beauty; when our <sic corr="life's">lifes</sic> barks 
 seem drifting ceaselessly on, and we are powerless for good or ill - oh! 
what a relief to lie down, and closing our eyes, forget it all.  To feel that 
at least while we slumber the scorpion-sting of memory is robbed of it's 
poison, - the goading, burning lash of human thought stayed, - and then 
comes a day, <sic corr="glaring">glareing</sic> again, - and so it goes on to the bitter end.  We are 
all alike in this wicked human world.  Let us strive as we will to soar 
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above it, at last it all comes back to us - human hearts full of passion, 
love, and beauty - full of sin, sorrow, and suffering; the world overflowing 
with good and ill.   Sometimes in life our value is appreciated, 
and we can claim true, affectionate, friends, - meet with lofty, generous 
souls, whose very beings thrill with instinctive love for the whole human 
race; but mostly we are not understood until the flowers and shadowy, green 
grass bloom and fade above us, and we lie mute below.  Such is my life, how 
long it must be, no matter, God in his own good time will brighten my life. 
A beautiful day.  Col. Perkins and Jimmie Greer spent the day with us, 
Helen &amp; Nannie came home.  I finished Corinthians - Father and all of us 
sat in the Parlor after tea.  Laura &amp; Bettie said a very good lesson.  I 
am as usual alone, my two companions fast in slumber.  God grant peace, we 
humbly  crave, give us our liberty and make us a christian land.  God bless 
my Brothers -  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Monday 11, 1864</head>
        <p>Helen, Father, the children and myself spent the day alone, the rest 
all in Memphis.  Joanna came home, succeeded in getting Father's permit for 
supplies, brought no late news.  Miss Perdue &amp; Noble banished, leave 
tomorrow.  I expect I will be next.  I was so happy to hear Miss Em is 
expected today, my future plans depend upon her advice.  Tate &amp; Nannie <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> in M. all night.  Col. Overton came to see us today, just up from Dixie, - 
everybody hopeful and confident of a bright day soon.  Mr. McMahon, 2d. 
Mo Cav came this eve.  I was so <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic> about letting his things go - 
though he seemed perfectly satisfied, as he had replenished his wardrobe 
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from Yankee Prison in Grierson's raids, he has been quite sick, is now 
on his way to Camp at Jackson, Tenn - he has his fine horse again.  God 
grant him a safe journey, for he is a splendid Soldier.  Gen. Armstrong 
with his brigade at Water Valley moving up - Ah!  God is just, and I 
feel that we have not  suffered in vain.  We humbly pray for a cessation 
of this horrible war, oh! give us our independence &amp; peace - We all sat 
in the parlor right late, Mr. Mc went further below.  Tip &amp; Laura both 
sleep, poor Beulah, I wonder where she is - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Tuesday 12, 1864</head>
        <p>Mr. Jim Rogers arrived from Texas today, he and Mr. Farrer came over, 
Col. Perkins, Jimmie Greer and Col. Overton spent the day.  Capt. Bissel 
was here, left two Pistols for me to  take care of until he came back the 
last of the week.  I went with Col. Overton over to Mr. Bray's, he took 
me to protect him from the Yankees, we had a <sic corr="terrible ">terible</sic> trip, he went on down 
to Col. Perkins, we heard there was a Yankee Negro Soldier dead on Day's 
Creek, so Bettie, Kate, Robert and Mary &amp; myself started in search.  We 
found him, and it was an awful sight, he was in the Water in full uniform, 
his <sic corr="knapsack">napsack</sic> on the bank of the creek, oh! I would give anything if I had 
not seen it.  I have not done any sewing, house full of Company all day. 
I received a letter from Maj. Price and Mrs. Hudson, one to forward from 
Dixie, two from Memphis, one for Mr. Sam Wilson, one from Mo. to be 
forwarded to a Soldier to Mo. Brigade - No later news from Forrest, the 
Yanks in Memphis are frightened to death, think he is coming there.  Miss 
Em has not come, I was so <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>.  Tate and Nannie got home.  Bettie 
and Laura had a very good lesson - </p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond40" n="40"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Wednesday 13, 1864</head>
        <p>This has indeed been an exciting day, heavy <sic corr="firing">fireing</sic> all last night &amp; 
this morn.  Forrest has captured Fort Pillow - still in his possession up 
to this evening dispatches captured on yesterday, the <sic corr="firing">fireing</sic> we heard was 
between the Fort and Gun Boats, the Yanks in Memphis are frightened to 
death - a squad of 15 came and made us feed them and their horses - <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> here nearly three <sic corr="hours">houres</sic>, hateful old thieves.  I wish a squad of Confederates 
had come and captured the  last one of them - they stole Mr. Wither's horses - 
Late this evening 9 of our soldiers passed the gate, too late to get those 
rogues, yet I think we will hear from them on Nonconnah very soon - </p>
        <p>Tate, Annie Nelson and Joanna, with Uncle Elum and the wagon went to 
town, succeeded in getting through Father's supplies and a good many 
things, the Yanks stole three hats out of the wagon in Nonconnah bottom, 
oh! how I hate them - Col. Overton came, Nannie went down to Col. Perkins 
with him.  Mr. Henry Nelson &amp; Mr. J. Hilderbrand came to see us after tea. 
I have not sewed much today.  L. &amp; B. said no lesson.  Thank God for the 
glorious news today - oh! that my Bro may be safe.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Thursday 14, 1864</head>
        <p>A <sic corr="comparatively">comparitively</sic> quiet day to yesterday, cold, cloudy and disagreeable. 
I have spent it with little use to myself, or any one else - done no sewing 
at all.  Mr. Rogers spent the day with us, brought no late news.  Col. 
Overton and Anna Perkins came after dinner, <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> a very short while - 
Anna Nelson &amp; Rebecka Robinson came by and borrowed a horse to go to Memphis - 
we did not hear whether they returned or not - indeed we have heard nothing 
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reliable today.  Father heard a rumor this evening that our Virginia Gen. 
(Robert Lee) had ruined the left wing of Grant's Army - God grant it may 
be so.  Grant is a fool to think he can whip Gen. Lee.  Gen. Stephen Lee 
is at LaGrange, Gen. Forrest still at Fort Pillow last account we had.  
God grant we may humbly receive the blessings which have brightened our 
little Confederacy, drive this wicked band from our Sunny land, give us 
liberty and peace - oh! make us a Christian nation - we have suffered, 
yet we deserved thy punishment, we humbly crave thy pardon, and beseech 
thy blessings - The night spent as usual with me, sit in the Parlor with 
Father a short while after Tea.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Friday 15, 1864</head>
        <p>Today I have spent sewing, all for nothing, tried the <sic corr="waist">waiste</sic> on 
tonight and it will not fit at all.  I am so <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>.  Mr. Mancoat came 
 this evening from Memphis.  Forrest still holds Fort Pillow, the Yanks   
are frightened to death in Memphis, how I wish we could get possession of 
our City once more - navigation of the Mississippi above blockaded for the 
present, and I hope, forever to the Yankees - they have begun to forage on 
the Country, supplies rather short in Memphis.  Just as I was wondering 
what there was in this day, worth recording, Kate came in and announced to 
my great surprise, Margaret had a baby.  I left her Cabin about an hour 
ago, she said she had not felt well, and asked me  to bring the little 
Goslins in my room.  I have not heard how they are getting along - no one 
with her except Bettie, Harriet, and Myra.  I did not stay in the Parlor 
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long after Tea.  Laura and I have spent the evening nursing the Goslins. 
We heard the sad news that Mr. Gates and Mr. Cy Smith were both dead, 
belonged to Henderson's Scouts, captured at a party, died in Alton Prison. 
Oh!  so many of our bravest and best young men are passing away.  God 
spare my Brothers, and bring them safe to the heart of my poor old Father.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Saturday 16, 1864</head>
        <p>Another day of excitement - about 30 Yanks passed early this morning, 
only six came in for their breakfast, they did not feed their horses - they 
behaved very well, and seemed to be gentlemen, in fact we so seldom see 
gentlemen among the Yankees that we can appreciate them when they are met 
with.  While the squad with us were sitting on the porch, the squad which 
went to Mr. Hildebrand's passed with two of his horses, which they were 
<sic corr="taking">takeing</sic> to Memphis.  Anna Nelson came down this morning, the Chicago Times 
of 12th. has a good letter in it from X - Forrest has left Fort Pillow, 
having accomplished all he went for - we have not heard where he is or what 
his movements are, yet are perfectly satisfied that we will have good news 
from him in a day or two.</p>
        <p>Margaret and baby both doing well, she says I may name it, so I have 
named her “Dixie.”  Mr. Rodgers came over this evening.  Hal was down today 
but did not come to see us.  We have no news of importance today, I have 
had a great deal of trouble with my Goslins.  Sewed some little, yet feel 
that I have spent the day with little profit to myself, or anyone else, - 
beat Tate playing Chess tonight - my little room as usual, my Lamp all 
right again.</p>
      </div1>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Sunday 17, 1864</head>
        <p>For what? am I <sic corr="living">liveing</sic>? - why is it that I am spared from day to day 
with no happiness myself, and I am sure my poor weary life adds not 
moiety of pleasure and happiness to any one in this household.  Oh!  give 
me strength, give me patience my blessed redeemer, to receive thy punishment 
with meekness and humbleness - and faith that in thy own good time all will 
be well - </p>
        <p>Tate and Helen with the children went down to Col. Perkins to spend 
the day, came home this evening in the rain.  Col. Overton came this evening, 
did not stay many minutes, went to Col. Perkins to meet his friends - </p>
        <p>Father, Joanna and I have spent the day alone, indeed I have been all 
alone, only saw them at dinner - read two books in the Bible - Galations   
&amp; Ephesians - We heard Forrest had Columbus, Ky, can't vouch for the 
correctness of the report - God grant it may be so, and that Eddie is safe - 
Laura and Bettie said a very good lesson tonight - My Goslins have given 
me a great deal of trouble - did not stay in the Parlor long after Tea - 
spent the evening alone as usual, Laura &amp; Tip both sleep - My poor Beulah, 
I wonder where she is tonight - how much I miss &amp; grieve for her, no one 
cares, or knows - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Monday 18, 1864</head>
        <p>Well, I expect our days of peace and quiet are over, another squad of 
Yanks passed - four <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic> here, <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> until after dinner, and went on back 
to Memphis - all of them, except one, seemed to be gentlemen, this one was 
a black abolitionist, oh! how I heartily despise him - I promised to make 
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a Confederate Flag for one of them, Mr. Greer, and he promised he would 
not reenlist, so I have spent the evening making one, and will give it 
next time he comes.  We were fortunate in their visit, they only ate their 
Dinner - Forrest was fighting at Columbus, Ky. on yesterday, no particulars. 
God grant he was successful, and my Bro. is safe.</p>
        <p>I have sewed all day, yet not accomplished much - did not stay in the 
Parlour long after Tea, -  no use in my recording why.</p>
        <p>Laura and Bettie are improving very fast, recited a very good lesson 
tonight.  The Goslins are a great deal of trouble, Laura and they are fast 
asleep on her pallet - </p>
        <p>My Mother, oh! my Mother, how long must I leave thee, my heart yearns 
for thy sympathy, thy advice.  Oh! God have mercy on me - No news from 
my dear Miss Em - oh! hasten her arrival - I shudder for my mind - Oh! 
my dear, my beautiful Savior, have mercy on me -</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Tuesday 19, 1864</head>
        <p>No Yanks today, a heavy <sic corr="raid">raide</sic> passed down on Pigeon Rooste Road, do 
not know their destination.  No news from Forrest, and the Yanks do not 
seem to know where he is.  We have not seen any one today, or heard a word 
of news.  Joanna and Bettie went to Memphis today, Sallie went with them - 
got a Permit - I am going to try my luck in the City tomorrow.  I scarcely 
know what to think about it, or expect, but I do not believe all I have  
heard.  Father is not willing I should go, I must change though, I cannot 
live always thus.  Sewed all day, finished my white wrapper.   My poor little 
burnt Goslin died, I have a great deal of trouble with them.</p>
        <pb id="edmond45" n="45"/>
        <p>Bettie and Laura did not say a lesson tonight, Bettie said she was 
too tired, and it was not five minutes until Laura was asleep - I am right 
sick tonight, and so lonely.  No news from Miss Em yet, I am very much 
afraid she will give up her visit -  </p>
        <p>Forrest keeps so <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> on the Miss. River - The days of my present 
 life are not worth recording - and I am sure the trouble and sorrow are 
indelibly ground on my memory and heart - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Wednesday 20, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and I arrived in Memphis quite early, put the horse up, then 
walked up street together, met Nannie and Anna Perkins.  Nannie gave me
two letters, one from St. Louis to Mrs. Welch, an exile in La Grange, Ga. 
one from New York from a stranger, asking assistance to through me to 
communicate with Mrs. Van Hook at Selma, Ala - I received a letter from 
Maj. Price at Selma, by Mrs. Flaherty. I dined with Mrs. Jones, and Mrs. 
Kirk - went round for Hat after dinner, she went with me to see Capt. 
Woodward, to know what I must do in regard to an order which I heard was 
issued for my arrest - he advised me to keep very quiet until he could see 
the Provost Marshall and learn something in regard to it.  I came to Mrs. 
Facklen's, although she has a house full of Yankees boarding with her - 
they seem to be very gentlemanly, Dr. Irwin and Dr. Sommers, the latter has 
his family, Wife and two children - We spent a pleasant evening at Chess 
&amp;c.  Mrs. Facklen has been very fortunate in her selection of boarders -  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Thursday 21, 1864</head>
        <p>I went round according to appointment, met Capt. Woodward at 11 o'clock.
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Col. Patterson went with me.  Capt. W. had not seen the Provost Marshall, 
he went as soon as I left, came round to Mrs. Facklen's after dinner, and 
brought bad news - though having approached Capt. Williams as aid for a 
heroine of Jericho, he could not treat me as the order read - it was issued 
from old Hurlbut, I was to be arrested and carried to Alton on first Boat 
that passed - for carrying letters through the lines, and <sic corr="smuggling">smugling</sic>, and  
aiding the <sic corr="Rebellion">Rebelion</sic> in every way in my power - he sent me word I must not 
think of attending Jennie Eave's wedding, or go out of doors at all, he 
would be compelled to arrest me if it came to him Officially, but as my 
Father was a Royal Arch Mason, and I a Mason, he would take no steps, if 
I would be quiet.  Mrs. Facklen, Mr. &amp; Mrs. Goodwyn, Mr. Leach and Dr. 
Irwin all went to the wedding - I <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> at home, and spent the evening 
with Mrs. Summers, and the Dr.  They were very pleasant, and not the least 
bitter in their feeling towards the South, ah! but they are Yankees, I 
can't forget it when with them.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Friday 22, 1864</head>
        <p>All ready for breakfast this morning, notwithstanding the late hour 
of retiring last night - they all spent a delightful evening - the Bride 
looked beautiful, the groom charming, and all passed as merry as a marriage 
bell - It was a great <sic corr="disappointment">disapointment</sic> to me, but rather too much risk, a 
trip to Alton would not be very pleasant.  I ventured with a thick <sic corr="veil">vail</sic> on,   
to go up town this morning and purchase me a few articles which I would be 
compelled to have if I am banished, only went to one store - Went to see 
Mrs. Worsham and Vine sent some letters to St. Louis to Mrs. Moore's from 
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her husband.  Anna Nelson came after me, but the detectives have been 
looking for me today, and I was afraid to pass the Pickets.  I have 
certainly escaped wonderfully.  Mrs. Sommers seemed very much distressed 
that I could not get through - we spent a very pleasant evening.  Dr. 
Sommers and Mr. Goodwyn discussing the war, I enjoyed it very much, no 
anger or hard words, they both agreed to disagree, beat Mr. Clark three 
games of Chess, - did not sit  up very late.  I am miserable for fear old  
Gibbert gets me at the Pickets tomorrow.  God grant I may get through safe - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Saturday 23, 1864</head>
        <p>All ready for breakfast, and very much refreshed after a good <sic corr="night's">nights</sic> sleep.  Dr. Sommers leaves for Vicksburgh today, inspecting hospitals.  I 
would not care if they had no hospitals, however he is very agreeable.  I 
prepared for my trip directly after breakfast.  Mrs. Sommers came in the 
room and seemed very much distressed that I was in trouble, and said that 
she would get the Dr. to get me a pass if I would wait until he came.  I  
knew it was of no use to ask, the Provost Marshall said I must not, but 
consoled me by saying, where there is a will there is generally a way. 
This was hint enough, so I went to Mrs. Worsham's, and Kate went round to 
the Provost's Office and got a pass for herself and Miss Edmunds.  I shall 
ever be grateful to her for it.  I then started for Mr. Barbier's, came 
by and told Mr. Eyrich goodbye - came by Miss Perdue's, found Miss Mary &amp; 
Annie just having their baggage searched to leave for Vicksburgh - banished 
never to return.  I got through Pickets safe, Jack was on.  Anna Nelson 
came out with me, we were caught in a <sic corr="terrible">terible</sic> storm, no trouble otherwise, 
found all well at home.</p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond48" n="48"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Sunday 24, 1864</head>
        <p>This has been a <sic corr="terrible">terible</sic> day of excitement, two wagons from Memphis 
came out and camped in front of our gate all day, the Yanks did not bother 
them this morning only to take some Whiskey - two Confederate Soldiers were 
sitting in the Parlor all the time they were here, they did not see them 
coming in time to run, but fortunately they did not come in the Parlor. 
Mr. Falls and Miss McKinney, Sister of one of the Soldiers, came out to 
see them, the other Soldier was Mr. Hutchinson.  I sent a package of Papers 
and letters to Mobile by Mr. McKinney, they had not more than rode out of 
sight when five Yanks came up all drunk, they robbed those people with the  wagons of all their money, drank up all the whiskey and treated them shamefully, 
they had not been gone long before three Confederates, John &amp; William 
Hildebrand and Ben Henderson came riding up, we told them about it, they 
rode off full speed, in a little while we heard firing, continued about 
five minutes, then all quiet.  Father and Uncle Elam went down to Dave 
Hildebrand's after tea, our boys just left all right, - they met the Yanks 
returning, only four, and they frightened to death almost - no particulars. 
I am very much afraid, Laura, the Goslins, Tip and I all alone.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Monday 25, 1864</head>
        <p>Father went first thing this morning to see if he could not hear 
something more about those thieving Yankees, - could not hear whether the 
Confederate squad gained anything or not - they went down to poor old Mr. 
Isbell's and beat him nearly to death because he would not show them the 
way to the plank road.  Father and Mr. Madden went down there this evening 
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to see him, a squad of Yankees passed, only two came in to get some buttermilk. 
Luce was one, we told him how those had acted yesterday, he reported 
it ti the Officer, and Father said they <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic> at Mr. Isbell's and enquired 
very particularly about it, and said he would have the men arrested.  Miss 
Annie Perdue, Sister and Bro. all sent through the lines today, banished. 
Washburn countermanded Hurlbut's order and sent them by land, instead of 
River.  Miss Annie came over to see us, and get me to go over the creek for 
her.  Father is rather afraid, but I will try it in the morning - though 
I expect not, Father has just left my room, and says he is afraid for me 
to go - I am so unhappy about the trouble I have got in - oh! what is 
to become of me, what is my fate to be - A poor miserable exile - </p>
        <p>Poor Tip is very sick, and I am very much afraid she is going to die - 
the Goslins are well, Laura and I complete my lonely little household - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Tuesday 26, 1864</head>
        <p>I arose very early this morning, Father was not willing I should go 
over the creek, went over to Mr. Farrer's to tell Miss Annie Perdue so she 
would make other arrangements about sending for them.  I was so distressed 
to think she must be so <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>, and I did not get to see her again.  
No Yankees out on our road today, all very quiet until this eve.  We were 
all very much excited, surprised &amp; happy to see Maj. Crump, he is just from 
Jackson, Tenn, where Gens. Forrest and Chalmers still have their Hd. Qts. 
Lee's Cavalry have gone to Ala. to check the raid advancing by way of Decatur - 
John Hildebrand and Henry Nelson came down and spent the evening with us - 
John Hildebrand beat me badly at Chess again - we have had a very pleasant 
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evening with our Rebel friends, in spite of Yankee visits - </p>
        <p>Father retired very early, all left the Parlor except Maj. Crump 
and Helen.  Poor child, may God shield her from all dark clouds, oh! may 
she never feel or know the anguish which has been mine.  God grant them a 
happy and peaceful union.</p>
        <p>Tip is still quite sick, Laura and the Goslins have retired, - my 
poor lost Beulah, I wonder where she is tonight - and me, poor miserable 
being - oh! heavenly Father, have mercy and brighten my lonely life - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Wednesday 27, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and Nannie started to Memphis very early this morning, got back 
home without any trouble, and Tate was fortunate enough to get a permit, 
and kind enough to me, to bring what few things I had to me.  No news, 
except they are just <sic corr="realizing">reallizing</sic> the terrible thrashing they received in La.</p>
        <p>Maj. Crump went to the woods this morning, did not come in again until 
late this evening.  Laura and I have been very <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> all day cleaning and 
arranging my room for summer, I had a splendid bath, and enjoyed it very 
much.  The day has been so warm and disagreeable, tried one of my new 
white wrappers, first change of the season - Two of Henderson's Scouts 
came here after dark, Mr. Benson and Alexander, got their supper and fed 
their horses - did not stay long, sent a bundle of papers and letters to 
Capt. Henderson by them.  Four soldiers came in after Tea - the same who 
broke up the abandoned farm, (Ball's) Saturday night, and I think they are 
on such an errand tonight, did not stay long, only until the storm passed 
over - Yanks - three passed this evening, did not stop.  All my household 
quiet in slumber - </p>
      </div1>
      <pb id="edmond51" n="51"/>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Thursday 28, 1864</head>
        <p>Maj. Crump left for the bushes early this morning, did not return 
until the rain began, he sat in my room until supper was ready, Helen, 
Tate and Nannie have all been out here all evening <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing on Maj. C 
shirts.  I finished mine before the storm came up.  Mr. Wesson came after 
Mr. Wallace's things, he has not left yet, will start in the morning - </p>
        <p>Seven Yankees and a cotton buyer came today just after dinner - did 
not harm anything, only wanted some milk, and to know the way to the plank 
road - we were very fortunate once again - they did not even come in the 
house.  We have not heard a word of news today - all spent the evening 
together in the Parlor, Music &amp;c.  I beat Maj. Crump at Chess.  Father &amp; 
Mr. Wesson retired early.  I sat up right late, trying to get Mary to sleep, 
succeeded at last, left Nannie, Helen and Maj. Crump in Parlor, found Laura 
<sic corr="asleep">sleep</sic> in the chair with her work in her lap - Tip had not arrived - the 
Goslins taking their lunch - and I, poor miserable being, praying for 
strength, and patience, for thy will, oh! Lord - Tate had a letter from 
Eddie &amp; Capt. Barber - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Friday 29, 1864</head>
        <p>Joanna and Nannie went to Memphis early this morning, and have not 
returned yet, Father is very uneasy about them for fear they are in trouble 
with the Yankees - none have been out today.  Maj. Crump spent the day in 
the woods again - another storm this evening which <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> him home rather 
early, he came in my room where we were all <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing - Tate is making
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Capt. Barber's shirts, - Helen <sic corr="busy ">buisy</sic> getting ready to go South - which 
she thinks will be about the first of June.  I have made “Dixie” five 
dresses, and have one to make yet, then I will have fulfilled my agreement 
for the <sic corr="privilege">privilage</sic> of  naming her - Mr. Crawford spent the day with us, 
waiting for Nannie - Mr. Wesson left early this morning with his goods - 
we have no late, reliable news today.  All spent the evening together in 
the Parlor.  Father and I retired early, left Tate, Helen and Maj. Crump 
is there.  All my little household together - Poor Beulah, I will always 
miss her.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>April, Saturday 30, 1864</head>
        <p>Laura brought my breakfast to my room - very late - everybody slept 
late this morning - Raining, raining, raining - oh! such a gloomy day as 
it has been.  Joanna &amp; Nannie have not come yet.  Nonconnah is swimming, 
but Father is miserable for fear that is not what keeps them.</p>
        <p>Maj. Crump left about 10 o'clock, we have not heard how he got through, 
but heard of no scouts, and reckon he is all right, some where in Panola 
tonight.  Mr. Bray brought Nannie a letter from Dashiell, all of the fords 
on Nonconnah are heavily picketed - the <sic corr="Guerrilla">Gurrilla's</sic> ambushed a scouting 
party of fourteen, at Pigeon Rooste crossing on yesterday, killing the 
Yankee's three horses - wounding two Yanks and capturing three and one horse, 
only six out of the crowd got back to Memphis - they are very much 
exasperated - the lines have been closed since, and that may have detained 
the girls - hurrah! for the Dick Davis and his band - I hope they may 
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break into this thieving band of Yanks roving over the Country - both 
of Helen's little pups died today - </p>
        <p>God bless our armies and give us success - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Sunday 1, 1864</head>
        <p>I slept very late this morning.  Tate and Helen ready to start to 
Church when I went in the Parlor - Uncle Elam went with them.  Father, 
Mary, Robert and I were left at home.  Mr. Hildebrand and Mr. Madden 
spent the morning with us - they had no late news - neither did we hear 
any from the girls.  Five Yankees found where John, William, Ben &amp; David 
Hildebrand and Ben Henderson were hid on Day's creek, about a mile from here 
and surprised them, although they were fast asleep, they made their escape. 
The Yanks fired twice only, our little band were not armed armed for a fight, 
therefore beat a hasty retreat.  The Yanks then came to old Mr. Hildebrand's, 
did not stay long, we saw them pass on the ridge returning to Memphis.</p>
        <p>Nannie and Joanna have not returned yet, cannot imagine what keeps them. 
The Yanks sent out a heavy force after Forrest yesterday.  God bless our 
little band, and crown them with victory - guide my Bro, and keep him safe 
through all danger - Came to my room early - Father retired so early - 
We think the Yankees are at Mr. Hildebrand's now, so much noise, and two 
guns fired.  God bless my dear Father, and protect him from the Yankees.  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Monday 2, 1864</head>
        <p>Very cold and disagreeable - had to keep large fires to keep warm. 
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No Yankees have been out today - the lines are still closed, Nannie and 
Joanna have not got home yet. Cousin Frazor, John and Mr. Wormely got 
here from Dixie today - everything is cheering from below.  Gen. Price has 
demolished Stith's entire army, capturing all of his Artillery, Wagon train 
and demoralizing his entire command.  We have not heard from Forrest yet, 
but our faith in him is implicit, he will be successful.  Oh! I think the 
bright day for Dixie is dawning.  God is just, our prayers are answered, 
oh!  let us be humble, and pray constantly in our success, thy will, not 
ours, be done.  I made Laura a dress today - Sallie Hildebrand &amp; Mary 
Robinson came down and spent the evening - Mr. Wormely went on over to Mr. 
Holmes - the Hildebrands all got off safe last night , everything has been 
unusually quiet in the neighborhood today - I did not stay in the Parlor 
very late.  Bettie &amp; Laura both <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> sewing.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Tuesday 3, 1864</head>
        <p>The lines still closed, no news from Memphis, can't tell when Nannie and 
Joanna will be home - I did not get up until nearly dinner, spent the 
remainder of the day sewing for Laura, trying to get her clothes in order, 
it seems I can never get her again for any length of time.  No one has been 
here today.  John spent the day hid in the woods with Cousin Frazor's 
horse - Father as usual running round trying to hear the news.  I think 
the Country is rather dull, since the blockade - This is a lonely day 
in my weary life, and I can record nothing which would give, either pleasure 
or profit in after years to look back upon - the children have been happy 
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at play - and I expect Helen and Tate have passed the day pleasantly 
together - mine has been alone.  Father and Cousin Frazor left the Parlor 
early after tea - John &amp; I sat up right late talking, and I played for 
him.  Laura is still sewing and nodding - no bread for Goslins, they are 
very noisy</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Wednesday 4, 1864</head>
        <p>I have sewed <sic corr="busy">buisy</sic> all day, finished my white braided swiss - I 
think it is beautiful.  Laura finished her new Calico, we both had to sew 
very late tonight to finish them.  Bettie got sleepy and went home some 
time since - We all had a considerable fright tonight - by Anna Nelson 
sending to warn us of danger if any Confederate Soldiers were here - so 
poor Johny, although he has spent the day in the woods, shouldered his 
blanket, took his Pa's horse, and went to the woods.  Cousin Frazor will 
stay in and take the chances.  Capt. Floyd with 20 men passed about dusk,  
going across the creek, don't know their destination - the lines open this 
evening - Joanna and Nannie got home - no news of interest - We are 
still victorious on all sides, the negroes have raised the black flag - 
gone out on a <sic corr="raid">raide</sic> after Forrest, and I will bet, but few will ever return, - 
God grant not one life of our dear Soldiers will be sacrificed to those 
cowardly dogs.  Oh! give us victory, that peace may once again smile on 
our Sunny land.  God bless my poor old Father and dear Bros.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Thursday 5, 1864</head>
        <p>I have spent a most unhappy day, - half sick, and the “black spirits”
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haunted me <sic corr="terribly">teribly</sic> - oh!  I don't know what is the matter with me - or 
what on earth is to become of me.  I spent the evening sewing on Harriet's 
dress - Laura and Bettie both sewed late, yet I am left alone, and no 
prospects of sleep <sic corr="relieving">relieveing</sic> my poor, weary, aching heart - I pray for 
hope, and patience, yet virtue is lost in everything to me in my present  
state of feeling.  Old Mrs. Holmes, Mr. Wormely, &amp; Bedford came over this 
evening, no news except a rumor that Forrest had beaten the Nigger troops 
who left Memphis - God grant it may be so.  Poor Danie Donelson's body 
has been found, at <sic corr="Pounder's">Pounder'</sic> ford, he was murdered, on his way back to the 
Army - his only Bro was killed at battle of Chickamauga - oh! heavenly 
Father, give us peace, crown our Sunny land with victory &amp; peace, guide 
my dear Brothers, and return them safe to our Father's now lonely fireside - 
we humbly crave thy pardon, thy forgiveness and peace. </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Friday 6, 1864</head>
        <p>I got up very early this morning, finished Harriet's dress a little 
after dinner, just one day making it, I have picked my finger almost to 
the bone, and will have to rest for a few days and let it recruit.  I 
slept all the evening, have spent the day alone, and it has seemed <sic corr="terribly">teribly</sic>
long.  No Yankees out on our road today.  A heavy scout passed down the 
Hernando road, a very heavy picket on Nonconnah, since Floyd's <sic corr="raid">raide</sic> yesterday - poor old Mr. Farrer got in trouble yesterday, the Yanks carried 
him in Memphis and put him in the Irving Block, we have not heard any of 
the particulars.  Cousin Mat, Frazor &amp; Cousin Sallie came out this evening, - 
news, we have another victory on Red River, captured three more Gun Boats - 
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Oh! how thankful we are for the bright days which are dawning - we humbly 
crave thy blessings for victory and peace - Received a letter from Jimmie 
in London, the crew men all well and in fine spirits - God bless both my 
dear Bros, and guard them from all danger and temptation - bless my poor 
old Father, and keep trouble from his last days - oh! make me a better 
woman.  Frazor is 9 years old today - we have not heard from Eddie for 
several days.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Saturday 7, 1864</head>
        <p>I went over to Mrs. Clayton's early this morning to make arrangements 
with Hal about going South, did not find her at home, waited until after 
3 o'c but did not get to see her.  Spent a very pleasant day - heard no 
news - came by Mrs. Duke's to see Beulah, poor Dog, she was almost crazy 
when she met me.  I could not stay many minutes, and it almost broke my heart 
to see Beulah begging to come.  Peter and I started on home, met two Yankees, 
they were drunk, and frightened me very much.  We had a very rough trip home, 
came through to the Hernando road, the Pickets on Nonconnah did not ask me 
for a pass.  Saw old Mr. Farrer just getting home, he has only one week to 
be out of this country.  A Yankee detective with a woman came to stay all 
night, Father was afraid not to take him, just after they <sic corr="stopped">stoped</sic>, in came 
two of the 2nd.  Mo. Cav. Mr. Grile and Mr. Davis, they did not come in when we 
told them who was here, for fear it would get Father in trouble - the detective 
(Lewis) was very uneasy for fear they would take - I hope they will 
get him after he leaves here in the morning - </p>
      </div1>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Sunday 8, 1864</head>
        <p>I had a nice time sleeping late this morning, and Laura had a nice, 
Breakfast to tempt my <sic corr="appetite">apetite</sic> when awakened - the Detective and his lady 
friend had left before I got  in the Parlor.  John and Cousin Frazor kept 
in the dark all morning, though every was quiet, we have not heard what the 
<sic corr="raid">raide</sic> was for which passed down Hernando road yesterday, they <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> in 
Hernando last night.  Old Mr. Hildebrand came down after dinner, though we 
have not heard a word of news today - in fact it will be almost a nonentity 
in the pages of my sad and weary life.  I have read in my Bible mostly - 
went to sleep after dinner, and did not wake up until late in the evening -
all went to walk except myself.  Anna Nelson and Mrs. Lewis came here for 
some Soldier clothes, but they had not been left here.  I did not stay in 
the house late, Bettie and Laura gave me a great deal of trouble about 
their lessons tonight - all quiet now, Bettie gone home.  Laura and the 
Goslins both fast asleep - I trust sleep will soon relieve my weary brain - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Monday 9, 1864</head>
        <p>I slept very late, Laura came in to clean my room, did everything 
but make the bed, I told her if she would let me alone I would make the bed. 
I have been sewing on my white mull, did not get much done, have it all 
arranged, and hope to finish it tomorrow.  We had a delightful rain this 
evening.  Cousin Frazor bought John a horse today, from Mr. Madden.  The 
two Miss Robinsons came over this evening, trying to find out where their 
Bros were, whom Floyd conscripted, we could tell them nothing, poor things 
I feel sorry for them, although they are such wicked people.  Three Confederate
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Soldiers came riding up while they were here, I am very much afraid they 
will report it to the Yankees.  I did not go in the Parlor after Tea, the 
rest were all in, singing and playing, which I enjoyed all alone on the 
Porch.  Father sat a while - Laura and Bettie had a very good lesson - 
all asleep now except myslef, and I am prepared for a nice feast in one 
of the Waverly's - the Abbot, it will draw my mind, for a while at least, 
from it's own sad and weary thoughts - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Tuesday 10, 1864</head>
        <p>Cloudy and rainy, I got up to breakfast as Mr. Harbut came, he is 
cut off from his command, and has no news.  We heard Forrest had got safely 
out of Tenn.  Tate and Joanna went to Memphis this morn, did not get back 
and we have not heard a word, suppose the <sic corr="rain">raine</sic> must have kept them, we 
had a very hard storm this evening.  Mrs. Franklin &amp; Miss Kate Daughterty 
arrived from Dixie this morning, they say we have had a glorious victory 
in Virginia, but a dearly bought one - loss heavy on both sides.  The 
Confederates Victorious as always under our brave Gen. Lee.  A sad loss will 
be our gallant Longstreet, we hear he is mortally wounded, heaven forbid 
the correctness of the report - oh! my heavenly Father, enlighten the 
hearts of our wicked foe, and let them leave our lovely land, - think of 
the thousands of souls hastened into eternity - we humbly crave thy pardon, 
grant us thy blessings, and give us peace, oh! give us peace - all we ask - 
drive them from our land, we have sinned, but now are humble.  God bless 
my dear Father, and Brothers, and unite them once again - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Wednesday 11, 1864</head>
        <p>Tate and Joanna went to Memphis this morning - what a mistake - on
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yesterday they went in, did not return until this evening.  Joanna and 
Miss Em, and little Emie all came, oh!  I was so delighted to see Mrs. 
Perkins - Nannie came out very early, started to go to Germantown, for John 
a horse, too late.  Poor Cousin Mat and little Frazor had to return with 
Mrs. S. to M. - No news from Mr. Harbut yet - he is always very prompt, 
we think it very strange he did not return.  We all spent the evening in 
the Parlor.  Mrs. Tom Nelson came this evening - <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> intelligence of Poor 
Mr. Facklen's death - he killed himself drinking, died with Mania potin 
I do pity his Wife, and poor little children - and such a horrible death - 
no late news from either side - Miss Em and I talked nearly all night - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Thursday 12, 1864</head>
        <p>Miss Em and I took breakfast in our room - it was bitter cold this 
morning, and I have taken my stove down.  Mr. Nelson very impatient, Mr. 
Brett arrived about 11 o'clock, had succeeded in getting a pass for Mr. N. 
from Gen'l Washburn, good for one week - they left about 12.  We all sat 
in the Parlour in the morning - after dinner Miss Em and I came out to my 
room and spent the evening - Nannie and Emie came also.  Oh!  I wish they 
would quit speaking of the war, or Politics.  Cousin Frazor was tight at 
dinner, and as he and Mrs. Perkins differed, he was very rough and disagreeable 
- we did not sit up so late.  Bettie and Anna Nelson reached home safe,  
but very late.  No important news - no news from Mr. Harbut yet - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Friday 13, 1864</head>
        <p>Miss Em, Joanna, Anna Nelson, Tate's children and Kate all went to Memphis 
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this morning, all returned except Mary, who they left with Tate.  We have 
had a quiet day, comparatively speaking.  No Yankees - Mr. Wilson and Mr. 
Pope came this evening - been up several days, no late news.  Poor Mr. Harbut 
was captured on yesterday, at Mr. Rutland's on the plank road, both of his 
fine horses captured - no news from him since he went into Memphis - Mr. 
Keene, who came out with Cousin Sallie, said Banks had certainly surrendered 
with 35,000 men - God grant it may be true - nothing <sic corr="definite">deffinite</sic> from Virginia, 
though the slaughter has been <sic corr="terrible">terible</sic> on both sides.  Oh!  my Father in heaven, 
crown our Army with Victory - God give us peace, I am so weary of so much 
bloodshed - bless my dear Father and Brothers -  </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Saturday 14, 1864</head>
        <p>Miss Em and I slept until almost 12 o'clock - I finished Emie's dress 
after getting up, Miss Em cut out her new Calico and run on the skirt.  No
Yankees today, neither have we seen a Confederate - Joanna and Anna Nelson 
went in this morning with the wagon to get supplies, as this is the last 
day the lines will be open.  All of them got back safe with a permit for 
all they wanted.  Tate came out with all of Helen's Bridal <sic corr="trousseau">trosseau</sic> - still 
no decisive news from Virginia - papers all suppressed, which appears rather 
ominous - Oh! heaven hear the humble, and heart rending prayers of our 
poor suffering South, - drive the wicked Northman from our <sic corr="soil">soile</sic>, protect 
and guide my Bros safely through, may they do their duty nobly - bless my 
poor old Father - I am miserable, what is to become of me - </p>
      </div1>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Sunday 15, 1864</head>
        <p>This has been an unpleasant, unhappy Sabbath - oh! we differ so in 
politics from Miss Em - I am afraid her visit will be miserable.  Helen and 
Nannie went to Church - Col. Perkins came home with them, spent the evening. 
Capt. Wormely came over to spend the night, preparatory to leaving at daylight 
in company with Cousin Frazor and Johnie, poor John, he has not got 
him a horse, or his clothes - Mrs. Titus, his step mother, has treated 
him shamefully.</p>
        <p>Miss Em had a talk with Nannie this evening, and she has been miserable 
ever since - I do not know what it is, but they are so widely different 
in Politics - I pray that Miss Em may not insist on Nannie <sic corr="leaving">leaveing</sic>.
I shudder for the results, she says she will not go.  We heard our Army in 
Va. was victorious - I pray that it may be so, and this horrible war closed. 
No communication with the City today, Miss Em speaks of going tomorrow - 
she has a free pass - she is sick in bed tonight - all retired very early  - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Monday 16, 1864</head>
        <p>Laura awakened me at daylight to see Cousin Frazor, John and Capt. 
Wormely leave for Dixie - they left early for fear they would meet a squad 
of Yanks later in the day.  Miss Em and Nannie went to Memphis this morning, 
got back safe, no late news except Yankee lies, which say that we are beaten 
in Va. and I do not believe one word of it - never will hear the truth until 
we get the Southern account.  Mr. Wilson came this evening, <sic corr="brought">bro't</sic> me a package 
of Southern papers (Mobile &amp; Richmond) though not very late date - therefore 
nothing <sic corr="definite">deffinite</sic> from Lee's army - he had no late news, currier up yesterday - 
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Nannie saw Mr. Harbut at the Provost Marshall today - he will be sent to 
Alton in a few days.  Mr. Crawford came for Nannie today, was very much 
<sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>  - I read all the morning, made me a dress <sic corr="waist">waiste</sic> after dinner - 
Oh! how my heart has yearned for this visit from Miss Em, and how sadly 
<sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic>, yet I have learned to bury my sorrow within my own breast -
there is a <sic corr="terrible">terible</sic> gap in our social circle, we are so widely different in 
Politics.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Tuesday 17, 1864</head>
        <p>Oh!  most miserable day - Mrs. Perkins almost made me mad at her deep 
distress - Poor, poor Nannie, my heart aches for her, would to God I 
might be the medium through which all could be made happy - Miss Em is 
so widely different in her political feeling, there will never be any 
happiness, I fear, with poor Nannie.  May God guide the dear child, keep 
her firm to the cause she has espoused, may she never have her pure, noble 
Southern feelings polluted with Yankee treachery or <sic corr="tyranny">tyrany</sic> - keep her firm 
and true to her noble Brother Dashiell and his Country rights - she dreams 
not, but oh! my heart trembles and bleeds for her in this great trial and 
affliction.  I received a letter from Dr. Moses - Tate did also - Oh! why 
am I tempted - guide, oh! comfort me, my Savior - poor Father is quite 
sick - Joanna went to Hernando this morning - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Wednesday 18, 1864</head>
        <p>When, oh! when will this wickedness and strife end - my heart how sadly, 
and how sorely, it has been tried. God have mercy and keep it pure, through 
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all temptations - bless poor Miss Em, be with her in this affliction, guide 
dear Nannie in the right path - I pray that it may be all right - thy will, 
and I am content - Col. Perkins came this morning, Nannie had not decided 
to stay when he was here.  Mr. Nelson took dinner with us, on his way to 
Dixie.  Mr. &amp; Mrs. Lake came down here to meet him, missed him only a few 
moments.  Mr. Crawford came this evening.  Miss Em sent a note to Col. 
Perkins by him.  Mr. Huchins was here also - with all the arrivals of 
persons and newspapers, no reliable news.  My dear redeemer I pray, oh! 
I humbly beseech thee to bless our brave little bands in Va. and Ga - 
crown them victory, oh! give thy blessing to our dear Sunny land.  Give 
us peace, then will we praise thy great and glorious <sic corr="reign">reighn</sic>, through all 
eternity.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Thursday 19, 1864</head>
        <p>It seems that trouble and misery will never cease.  Miss Em almost 
killed herself with chloroform last night, did not get up until late this 
evening, and is still very feeble and miserable from the effects.  Nannie 
has been in bed all day, seems to be quite sick tonight - poor old Father, 
he is almost prostrated with trouble.  I wish I had some influence, oh! 
that I could be the medium of reconciliation &amp; peace between Miss Em and 
the family - there is a breach which can never be healed - she is raving 
mad whenever she speaks or thinks of Tate and Helen - poor little Emie, 
the child is miserable.  Heard from Dashiell last night, but do not dare to 
show the letter to his Mother.  I think the scriptures are truly fulfilled 
in this war, Child shall be against Parent, and Parent against Child - 
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Col. Perkins did not come - We have heard nothing <sic corr="definite">deffinite</sic> from our 
<sic corr="Armies">Armys</sic>.  Joanna got back last night with Helen's cotton.</p>
        <p>I have been unhappy all day, no one could be in this house at this 
time and not be - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Friday 20, 1864</head>
        <p>Mrs. Perkins went to Memphis this morning in an awful state of mind. 
Col. Perkins came up to see her before she started, but I do not think she 
was much relieved by his visit.  Nannie would not go, she did not come back 
tonight, although she said she would be certain to come.  I am entirely 
weaned from any affection I ever had for her, any Southern woman to talk 
and express herself as she does, I have no use for her.  I wish to heaven 
she would never come to our house again.  I went over to Mr. Clayton's, on 
old Grey, took Peter with me, did not get to see Hal, arrived at home safe, 
but very much fatigued.  Laura and I had a very quiet, pleasant night all 
alone.  Joanna tried our fortunes with the cards, if they are true I do 
not think we will have a very exciting life for the next few days - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Saturday 21, 1864</head>
        <p>Nannie still sick in bed, got up this evening when Mr. Wilson came, 
I think that is the only thing which could have aroused her - Nothing 
unusual happened today, the news from Virginia still glorious.  Oh, God! 
we praise, we humbly bow to thy glorious favor, of our struggle for Liberty - 
crown our <sic corr="Armies">Armys</sic> everywhere with decisive victories, and oh! we pray the 
for peace - Mrs. Perkins came home this evening, I am afraid she has made 
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her arrangements for some revengeful feelings - her plans are entirely 
different from when she left.  I did not imagine one I loved so much - I 
could so soon hate.  Poor old Father is almost crazy with his troubles, 
yet the happy news from the Army keeps him up.  Mrs. Perkins <sic corr="stayed">staid</sic> in my 
 room and I had anything but a pleasant night - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Sunday 22, 1864</head>
        <p>Everything has been in commotion, and anything but a quiet day.  Mrs. 
Perkins is still disagreeable in her Politics - She and Nannie and Emie 
started down to Col. Perkins, broke down, came back, did not go until this 
evening - Hal and Mr. Clayton came today, we made our final arrangements 
for our trip, and will get off one day this week.  Mr. Bray came over and 
made arrangements for Miss Tollison to go with us, she is going to marry 
Gen. Pat Claiborne - We have had anything but a pleasant say, Mrs. Perkins 
has been spouting forth her Unionism - everything has gone and we are quiet 
once more - I wish the day could have been more pleasant for Hal and Mr. 
Clayton - I wish I did not feel so bitter towards her - Thank God the 
news is still glorious for us from all quarters - Laura and I will have 
a pleasant night alone - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Monday 23, 1864</head>
        <p>I was up bright and early this morning, went over to Mr. Hudghins 
to get his Wife, who is going to Memphis tomorrow, to bring me out a few 
articles, which I am compelled to have before leaving.  The day I have 
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spent trying to get my clothes arranged to have them done up tomorrow - 
it has been an unpleasant task, and altogether anything but a pleasant 
day to me - until this evening we were all made glad by the arrival of 
Sister Mary, Aunt Patsy, and our dear Sister's two youngest little Orphans - 
Sallie and Frank, also their nurse Nellie - both of the Children are 
beautiful, poor little things, how my heart aches for them, how sad is 
life to me without my Mother's love.  Sallie is a sad little creature, very 
much like her Mother in appearance.  Frank, the baby, is all life &amp; 
happiness, they came all the way from Pontotoc in an Ox wagon, just one  
week coming.  Mr. Wilson was here today - no later news from our <sic corr="Armies">Armys</sic> - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Tuesday 24, 1864</head>
        <p>Little Frank waked me up this morning bright and early, I managed 
to get up and send Nellie, (who was with him) to the kitchen for his 
breakfast, he is prettier every time I look at him.  Laura did not get 
to washing my clothes until 11 o'clock, but finished all except three 
dresses and has done them beautifully.  Annie Nelson &amp; Missie Morgan came out this evening - though the lines are closed, I don't know whether Mrs. 
Hudghins went in or not, if she did not, I don't know what I am to do  
about the things I sent for.  I finished my Peasants <sic corr="waist">waiste</sic>, and think it 
beautiful.  Oh! I am so unfortunate, and unhappy - I pray for patience 
and submission.</p>
        <p>No later news from Va. or Ga.  I did not go in the Parlor after Tea, - 
the rest all spent a pleasant evening I suppose - my heart is too full to 
venture in company.  I put little Sallie and Frank to bed.</p>
      </div1>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Wednesday 25, 1864</head>
        <p>I have been quite sick all day, was taken some time in the night, 
Laura was very kind to me - and has been the only one in my room to see 
me today.  Miss Em &amp; Nannie &amp; little Emie got home from Col. Perkins just 
before dinner.  Poor Miss Em, she seems almost heart-broken that Nannie 
won't go with her.  I pity her, and have forgiven all hard thoughts which 
once existed in my heart towards her.  I wish this horrid war would not 
uproot so many social ties - I dressed late this evening, went on the 
Porch - very cool and cloudy after Tea, so we all moved in the Parlor - 
Sister Mary, Miss Em, Father and I spent the evening alone - the rest did 
not seem socially inclined, even Nannie did not come in, although it was 
her Ma's last night with us.  Poor old Father, he tries to smooth over 
the ruffles all the rest make.  God bless him and my dear Brothers - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Thursday 26, 1864</head>
        <p>Miss Em was almost dressed when I awoke this morning.  I was very much 
distressed to see her leave, in <sic corr="remembrance">rememberance</sic> of the wickedness which filled 
my heart a day or two ago - I have entirely forgiven, and all unpleasant 
feelings have passed away.  Poor Miss Em, she was the picture of <sic corr="despair">dispair</sic> - 
did not get to see Dashiell, and little Emie, oh! 'tis hard for horrid 
politics to interfere with social feelings - They all left quite early 
for Memphis.  Joanna and Robert got back safe - did not bring me anything 
I sent for - I am very much <sic corr="disappointed">disapointed</sic> - but must think of some other way - 
Capt. Farrell arrived this evening - left Tupelo on yesterday morning - all 
the boys were well, most of the <sic corr="Battalion">Batalion</sic> had gone to Alabama, Eddie was 
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among the number - News is all we could wish for - by the grace of God 
Lee is still victorious.  God bless our <sic corr="Armies">Armys</sic>, my dear Father and Brothers - 
Yankees gone to Hernando on a <sic corr="raid">raide</sic> - have mercy and make me a better and 
more useful woman - </p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>May, Friday 27, 1864</head>
        <p>Sister Mary and I started early over to Mrs. Armstrong's - found both 
Mr. and Mrs. A. at home - and as usual my best <sic corr="friend's">friends</sic> in trouble.  Mrs. 
A. is going to Memphis tomorrow, and will get all the things I need and 
bring them out to her house.  Sister Mary has made arrangements to go to 
town with her tomorrow to get her watch - We spent the day 