Spent to-day at the hospital. Heard of the shelling of
Newbern, N. C., and of its fall. My heart sickens at every acquisition of the
Federals. No further news from Arkansas. Yesterday evening I went to see the
body of our dear Bishop; cut a piece of his hair; kissed his forehead, and took
my last look at that revered face.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 102
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