Yesterday, Bro. Wm., Anna, and the children came in; W. was
only here a short time. It was very sweet, however, to have even this little
visit from some of my own kin. I feel so lonely and isolated. How I long often
to fly to dear Father and Julia for a little while, have a good cry on their
bosoms, and then fly back! It is very sorrowful to be so utterly cut off from
them. They are in my thoughts every day, and almost every hour. So are my
brothers and their families. When I am compelled to hear scorn and loathing
predicated of everything Northern (as must continually be the case), my
heart boils up, and sobs to itself. But I must be silent.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 143
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