Congress and the newspapers render one desperate, ready to
cut one's own throat. They represent everything in our country as deplorable.
Then comes some one back from our gay and gallant army at the front. The spirit
of our army keeps us up after all. Letters from the army revive one. They come
as welcome as the flowers in May. Hopeful and bright, utterly unconscious of
our weak despondency.
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 134
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