{"id":12485,"date":"2021-09-09T06:00:16","date_gmt":"2021-09-09T11:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dotcw.com\/?p=1194"},"modified":"2021-09-08T23:11:56","modified_gmt":"2021-09-09T04:11:56","slug":"a-diary-from-dixie-76","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/a-diary-from-dixie-76\/","title":{"rendered":"Home again… the fever in full possession of me.\u2014A Diary From Dixie"},"content":{"rendered":"

CAMDEN, S. C, September 9, 1861.<\/em>\u2013Home again at Mulberry, the fever in full possession of me. My sister, Kate, is my ideal woman, the most agreeable person I know in the world, with her soft, low, and sweet voice, her graceful, gracious ways, and her glorious gray eyes, that I looked into so often as we confided our very souls to each other.<\/p>\n

God bless old Betsey’s yellow face! She is a nurse in a thousand, and would do anything for “Mars Jeems’ wife.” My small ailments in all this comfort set me mourning over the dead and dying soldiers I saw in Virginia. How feeble my compassion proves, after all.<\/p>\n

I handed the old Colonel a letter from his son in the army. He said, as he folded up the missive from the seat of war, “With this war we may die out. Your husband is the last\u2013of my family.” He means that my husband is his only living son; his grandsons are in the army, and they, too, may be killed\u2013even Johnny, the gallant and gay, may not be bullet-proof. No child have I.<\/p>\n

Now this old man of ninety years was born when it was not the fashion for a gentleman to be a saint, and being lord of all he surveyed for so many years, irresponsible, in the center of his huge domain, it is wonderful he was not a greater tyrant\u2013the softening influence of that angel wife, no doubt. Saint or sinner, he understands the world about him\u2013au fond. <\/em><\/p>\n

Have had a violent attack of something wrong about my heart. It stopped beating, then it took to trembling, creaking and thumping like a Mississippi high-pressure steamboat, and the noise in my ears was more like an ammunition wagon rattling over the stones in Richmond. That was yesterday, and yet I am alive. That kind of thing makes one feel very mortal.<\/p>\n

Russell writes how disappointed Prince Jerome Napoleon was with the appearance of our troops, and “he did not like Beauregard at all.” Well! I give Bogar up to him. But how a man can find fault with our soldiers, as I have seen them individually and collectively in Charleston, Richmond, and everywhere\u2013that beats me.<\/p>\n

The British are the most conceited nation in the world, the most self-sufficient, self-satisfied, and arrogant. But each individual man does not blow his own penny whistle; they brag wholesale. Wellington\u2013he certainly left it for others to sound his praises\u2013though Mr. Binney thought the statue of Napoleon at the entrance of Apsley House was a little like “‘Who killed Cock Robin?’ ‘I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow.'” But then it is so pleasant to hear them when it is a lump sum of praise, with no private crowing\u2013praise of Trafalgar, Waterloo, the Scots Greys.<\/p>\n

Fighting this and fighting that, with their crack corps stirs the blood and every heart responds\u2013three times three! Hurrah!<\/p>\n

But our people feel that they must send forth their own reported prowess: with an, “I did this and I did that.” I know they did it; but I hang my head.<\/p>\n

In those Tarleton Memoirs, in Lee’s Memoirs, in Moultrie’s, and in Lord Rawdon’s letters, self is never brought to the front. I have been reading them over and admire their modesty and good taste as much as their courage and cleverness. That kind of British eloquence takes me. It is not, “Soldats! marchons, gloire! <\/em>” Not a bit of it; but, “Now, my lads, stand firm!” and, “Now up, and let them have it!”<\/p>\n

Our name has not gone out of print. To-day, the Examiner, as usual, pitches into the President. It thinks Toombs, Cobb, Slidell, Lamar, or Chesnut would have been far better in the office. There is considerable choice in that lot. Five men more utterly dissimilar were never named in the same paragraph.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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