Lying on my face, as it were, with my poor elbows for a
support, I try to pass away these lonely hours. For with the exception of old
Mrs. Carter, who is downstairs, and the General, who is elsewhere, Anna and I
are the only white people on the place. The cause of this heartless desertion
is a grand display of tableaux vivants at Jackson, for the benefit of
the Soldiers’ Hospital, and of course it would be sinful to stay away,
particularly as Anna is a great deal better, and I need no care. . . .
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 290
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