{"id":16076,"date":"2023-02-12T10:32:00","date_gmt":"2023-02-12T15:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dotcw.com\/?p=12779"},"modified":"2021-07-24T03:00:17","modified_gmt":"2021-07-24T08:00:17","slug":"diary-of-a-southern-refugee-162","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/diary-of-a-southern-refugee-162\/","title":{"rendered":"Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire."},"content":{"rendered":"

12th.<\/i>\u2014<\/i>We have lately had a little fight on the Blackwater. The Yankees intended to take General Pryor by surprise, but he was wide awake, and ready to receive and repulse them handsomely. The late democratic majorities at the North seem to have given the people courage; denunciations are heard against the despotism of the Government, Gold has gone up to 160, causing a ferment. Oh that they would \u201cbite and devour one another!” Since I have been so occupied in nursing B. I have not had as much time for the hospital, but go when I can. A few days ago, on going there in the morning, I found Miss T. deeply interested about a soldier who had been brought in the evening before. The gentleman who accompanied him had found him in the pouring rain, wandering about the streets, shivering with cold, and utterly unable to tell his own story. The attendants quickly replaced his wet clothes by dry ones, and put him into a warm bed; rubbing and warm applications were resorted to, and a surgeon administered restoratives. Physical reaction took place, but no clearing of the mind. When soothingly asked about his name, his home, and his regiment, he would look up and speak incoherently, but no light was thrown on the questions. He was watched and nursed during the night. His pulse gradually weakened, and by the break of day he was no more. That morning I found the nameless, homeless boy on the couch which I had so often seen similarly occupied. The wind had raised one corner of the sheet, and as I approached to replace it a face was revealed which riveted me to the spot. It was young, almost boyish, and though disease and death had made sad ravages, they could not conceal delicately-carved features, a high, fair forehead, and light hair, which had been well cared for. He looked like one of gentle blood. All seemed so mysterious, my heart yearned over him, and my tears fell fast. Father, mother, sisters, brothers\u2013where are they? The morning papers represented the case, and called for information. He may have escaped in delirinm from one of the hospitals! That evening, kind, gentle hands placed him in his soldier’s coffin, and he had Christian burial at “Hollywood,” with the lonely word ” Stranger” carved upon the headboard. We trust that the sad story in the papers may meet some eye of which he had once been the light, for he was surely “Somebody’s Darling.” Sweet lines have been written, of which this sad case reminds me:\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cInto a ward of the whitewashed walls,
\nWhere the dead and dying lay\u2014
\nWounded by bayonets, shells, and balls\u2014
\nSomebody’s darling was borne one day:\u2014
\nSomebody’s darling! so young and brave,
\nWearing yet on his sweet, pale face\u2014
\nSoon to be hid in the dust of the grave\u2014
\nThe lingering light of his boyhood’s grace.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatted and damp are the curls of gold,
\nKissing the snow of that fair young brow;
\nPale are the lips of delicate mould\u2014
\nSomebody’s darling is dying now.
\nBack from the beautiful, blue-veined brow,
\nBrush his wandering waves of gold;
\nCross his hand on his bosom now\u2014
\nSomebody’s darling is still and cold.<\/p>\n

“Kiss him once for somebody’s sake;
\nMurmur a prayer soft and low;
\nOne bright curl from its fair mates take,\u2014
\nThey were somebody’s pride, you know
\nSomebody’s hand hath rested there;
\nWas it a mother’s, soft and white?
\nOr have the lips of a sister fair
\nBeen baptized in their waves of light?<\/p>\n

“God knows best! He has somebody’s love .
\nSomebody’s heart enshrined him there;
\nSomebody wafted his name above,
\nNight and morn, on wings of prayer.
\nSomebody wept when he marched away,
\nLooking so handsome, brave, and grand!
\nSomebody’s kiss on his forehead lay;
\nSomebody clung to his parting hand.<\/p>\n

“Somebody’s watching and waiting for him,
\nYearning to hold him again to her heart;
\nAnd there he lies with his blue eyes dim,
\nAnd the smiling, childlike lips apart.
\nTenderly bury the fair young dead,
\nPausing to drop on his grave a tear;
\nCarve on a wooden slab o’er his head\u2014
\n‘Somebody’s darling slumbers here!'”
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