Firing in the direction of Fredericksburg renewed this
morning, but at irregular intervals. Telegraph wires are cut. No news except
from passengers in the trains. The cars are not allowed to go to the town, but
stop at a point some miles below. They report that every thing goes on well for
us, of which we were sure, from the receding sound of the cannon. Praise the
Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me praise His holy name! How can we be
thankful enough for such men as General Lee, General Jackson, and our glorious
army, rank and file!
Nine o'Clock at Night. — A sad, sad train passed down
a short time ago, bearing the bodies of Generals Cobb, of Georgia, and Maxcy
Gregg, of South Carolina. Two noble spirits have thus passed away from us.
Peace to their honoured remains! The gentlemen report many wounded on the
train, but not very severely. I fear it has been another bloody Sabbath. The
host of wounded will pass to-morrow; we must be up early to prepare to
administer to their comfort. The sound of cannon this evening was much more
distant, and not constant enough for a regular fight. We are victorious again!
Will they now go from our shores forever? We dread to hear of the casualties.
Who may not be among the wounded to-morrow?
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 175-6
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