March, Sunday 6, 1864
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.
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—
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.