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

“Her house has been searched, furniture broken, and many depredations committed since she left home; books thrown out of the windows during a rain: nothing escaped their fury.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

0 comments

The Briars, June 12.—We are now in the beautiful Valley of Virginia, having left Chantilly on the 8th. The ride through the Piedmont country was delightful; it looked so peaceful and calm that we almost forgot the din of war we had left behind us. The road through Loudoun and Fauquier was picturesque and beautiful. [...]

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

“Oh, that I had many things that are locked up at home! so many relics—hair of the dead, little golden memorials, etc.—all valueless to others, but very dear to our hearts.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

0 comments

June 6.—Still at Chantilly. Every thing quiet, nothing particularly exciting; yet we are so restless. Mrs. C. and myself rode to the camp at Fairfax Court-House a day or two ago to see many friends; but my particular object was to see my nephew, W. B. N., first lieutenant in the Hanover troop. He looks [...]

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

“In a few moments there was another volley, the firing rapid, and to my unpractised ear there seemed a discharge of a thousand muskets.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee

0 comments

Chantilly, June 1.—We came here (the house of our friend Mrs. S.) this morning, after some hours of feverish excitement. About three o’clock in the night we were aroused by a volley of musketry not far from our windows. Every human being in the house sprang up at once. We soon saw by the moonlight [...]

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