Mr. ____ has
returned. Yesterday evening we rode to the parade-ground in Alexandria; it was
a beautiful but sad sight. How many of those young, brave boys may be cut off,
or maimed for life! I shudder to think of what a single battle may bring forth.
The Federal vessel Pawnee now lies before the old town, with its guns
pointing towards it. It is aggravating enough to see it; but the inhabitants
move on as calmly as though it were a messenger of peace. It is said that an
undefended, indefensible town like Alexandria will hardly be attacked. It seems
to me strange that they do not go immediately to the Rappahannock, the York, or
the James, and land at once in the heart of the State. I tremble lest they
should make a direct attack upon Richmond. Should they go at once to City
Point, and march thence to the city, I am afraid it could hardly be defended.
Our people are busy in their preparations for defence; but time is necessary — every
day is precious to us. Our President and military chiefs are doing all that men
can do to forward preparations. My ear is constantly pained with the sound of
cannon from the Navy-Yard at Washington, and to-day the drum has been beating
furiously in our once loved metropolis. Dr. S. says there was a grand dress
parade—brothers gleefully preparing to draw their brothers' blood!
Day after to-morrow
the vote of Virginia on secession will be taken, and I, who so dearly loved
this Union, who from my cradle was taught to revere it, now most earnestly hope
that the voice of Virginia may give no uncertain Sound; that she may leave it
with a shout. I am thankful that she did not take so important a step hastily,
but that she set an example of patience and long-suffering, and made an earnest
effort to maintain peace; but as all her efforts have been rejected with scorn,
and she has been required to give her quota of men to fight and destroy her
brethren of the South, I trust that she may now speak decidedly.
SOURCE: Judith W.
McGuire, Diary of a Southern Refugee, During the War, p. 16-7
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