December 30, 1864.
Yesterday afternoon three little girls walked into my room, each
with a small basket. The eldest carried some fresh eggs laid by her own hens;
the second, some pickles made by her mother; the third, some pop corn which had
grown in her garden. They were accompanied by a young maid with a block of soap
made by her mother. They were the daughters of a Mrs. Nottingham, a refugee
from Northhampton County, who lived near Eastville, not far from old Arlington.
The eldest of the girls, whose age did not exceed eight years, had a small
wheel on which she spun for her mother, who wove all the cloth for her two
brothers — boys of twelve and fourteen years. I have not had so pleasant a
visit for a long time. I fortunately was able to fill their baskets with
apples, which distressed poor Bryan,1 and begged them to bring me
nothing but kisses and to keep the eggs, corn, etc., for themselves. I pray
daily and almost hourly to our Heavenly Father to come to the relief of you2
and our afflicted country. I know He will order all things for our good, and we
must be content.
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1 His steward.
2 Mrs. Lee was sick.
SOURCE: John William Jones, Life and Letters of
Robert Edward Lee: Soldier and Man, p. 348
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