In the city again yesterday. B. improving. The morning
papers report firing upon Vicksburg. Several steamers have arrived lately,
laden for the Confederacy. Blockade-running seems to be attended with less
danger than it was, though we have lately lost a most valuable cargo by the
capture of the “Princess Royal.” The “Alabama” continues to perform the most
miraculous feats, and the “Florida” seems disposed to rival her in brilliant exploits.
They “walk the water,” capturing every thing in their way, and know no fear,
though many vessels are in pursuit. I am grieved to hear that my dear little J.
P. has been ordered to Charleston. While he was on James River, I felt that I
could be with him if he were wounded; but he is in God's hands:
“Be still, my heart; these anxious
cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and
snares.”
The papers full of the probable, or rather hoped for, intervention
of France. The proposition of the Emperor, contained in a letter from the
Minister to Seward, and his artful, wily, Seward-like reply, are in a late
paper. We pause to see what will be the next step of the Emperor. Oh that he
would recognize us, and let fanatical England pursue her own cold, selfish
course!
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 194-5
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