North Carolina writes for arms for her soldiers. Have we any
to send? No. Brewster, the plainspoken, says, “The President is ill, and our
affairs are in the hands of noodles. All the generals away with the army;
nobody here; General Lee in Western Virginia. Reading the third Psalm. The
devil is sick, the devil a saint would be. Lord, how are they increased that
trouble me? Many are they that rise up against me!”
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 124-5
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