Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Every thing seems to be in preparation for the great battle which is anticipated on the Peninsula.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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11th.—The “Virginia” went out again to-day. The Federal Monitor would not meet her, but ran to Fortress Monroe, either for protection, or to tempt her under the heavy guns of the fortress; but she contented herself by taking three brigs and one schooner, and carrying them to Norfolk, with their cargoes. Soldiers are constantly passing [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Poor, noble Winchester, to what degradation is she brought!”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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29th.—After much anxiety, more authentic information from the “Valley” received this morning. We gave them a good fight, but the field was left in the enemy’s hand. Poor, noble Winchester, to what degradation is she brought! Our dear W. B. C. was shot through the hip; the wound painful, but not mortal; he was carried [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“The enemy presses us on every side.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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March 27.—This has been a day of uneasiness to us all. General Jackson has had a fight at Kernstown, near Winchester. No particulars, except that the enemy were repulsed, and our loss heavy. Many that are so dear to us are in that “Stonewall Brigade;” and another day of suspense must pass before we can [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Troops are passing through Richmond on their way to Goldsborough, N. C, where it is said that Burnside is expected to meet them.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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24th.—Our people continue to make every effort to repel the foe, who, like the locusts of Egypt, overrun our land, carrying the bitterest enmity and desolation wherever they go. Troops are passing through Richmond on their way to Goldsborough, N. C, where it is said that Burnside is expected to meet them. Everybody is busy [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Winchester was occupied last Wednesday! Lord, how long shall our enemies prosper?”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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15th.—Our army has fallen back to the Rappahannock, thus giving up the splendid Valley and Piedmont country to the enemy. This, I suppose, is right, but it almost breaks our hearts to think of it. Winchester was occupied last Wednesday! Lord, how long shall our enemies prosper? Give us grace to bear our trials.

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Heard of the shelling of Newbern, N. C., and of its fall.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Saturday Night.—Spent to-day at the hospital. Heard of the shelling of Newbern, N. C., and of its fall. My heart sickens at every acquisition of the Federals. No further news from Arkansas. Yesterday evening I went to see the body of our dear Bishop; cut a piece of his hair; kissed his forehead, and took [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

Merrimac.— “steamed out into Hampton Roads, ran into the Federal vessel Cumberland, and then destroyed the Congress, and ran the Minnesota ashore.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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March 11th.—Yesterday we heard good news from the mouth of James River. The ship “Virginia,” formerly the Merrimac, having been completely incased with iron, steamed out into Hampton Roads, ran into the Federal vessel Cumberland, and then destroyed the Congress, and ran the Minnesota ashore. Others were damaged. We have heard nothing further; but this [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Last night was the first levee. The rooms were crowded. The President looked weary and grave, but was all suavity and cordiality..,”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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23d.—Notwithstanding the violence of the rain yesterday, the Capitol Square, the streets around it, and the adjacent houses, were crowded. The President stood at the base of that noble equestrian statue of Washington, and took the oath which was taken by the “Father of his Country” more than seventy years ago—just after the “great rebellion,” [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Has there been a day since the Fourth of July, 1776, so full of interest, so fraught with danger, so encompassed by anxiety, so sorrowful, and yet so hopeful, as this 22d of February, 1862?”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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February 22.—To-day I had hoped to see our President inaugurated, but the rain falls in torrents, and I cannot go. So many persons are disappointed, but we are comforted by knowing that the inauguration will take place, and that the reins of our government will continue to be in strong hands. His term of six [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Our children in the city are delighted to have us so near them..,”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Wednesday, 19th.—We are now in our own comfortable little room on Grace Street, and have quite a home-like feeling. Our children in the city are delighted to have us so near them, and the girls have come on a visit to their cousin, Mrs. C., and will be present at the inauguration on the 22d.

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Wild stories are told of the numbers captured. God in his mercy help us!”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Tuesday Morning.—The wires are cut somewhere between this and Tennessee. We hear nothing farther West than Lynchburg; rumours are afloat that Donelson has fallen. We are too unhappy about it to think of any thing else. Evening.—It is all true. Our brave men have yielded to overpowering numbers. The struggle for three days was fearful. [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

(At St. Paul’s) “He wore the gown over the Confederate gray—it was strange to see the bright military buttons gleam beneath the canonicals. Every thing is strange now!”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Sunday, 16th.—This morning we left home early, to be present at the funeral of Captain Wise, but we could not even approach the door of St. James’s Church, where it took place. The church was filled at an early hour, and the street around the door was densely crowded. The procession approached as I stood [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire