March, Thursday 17, 1864
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 & Mr. Harbut arrived—All buisy sewing, laughing & talking,—when the Yankees were reported coming, Mr. W. & 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. & 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 & Maj. Allin staid late, left together, oh! how I hate to see the last Grey Coat disappear. Father and I sat alone in the Parlor after Tea.
Laura, Beulah & 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 & faith oh! God give me strength—