The enemy repulsed at Vicksburg, though it is still in a
state of siege. General Johnston is there, and we hope that the best means will
be used to save that heroic little city; and we pray that God may bless the
means used.
A friend called this morning, and told us of the fall of
another of those dear youths, over whose boyish sojourn with us memory loves to
linger. Kennedy Groghan, of Baltimore, who, in the very beginning of the war,
came over to help us, fell in a skirmish in the Valley, a short time ago. The
only account given us is, that the men were forced to retreat hastily, and were
only able to place his loved body under the spreading branches of a tree. Oh! I
trust that some kindly hand has put him beneath God's own earth, free from the
din of war, from the strife of man, and from the curse of sin forever. I
remember so well when, during our stay in Winchester, the first summer of the
war, while General Johnston's army was stationed near there, how he, and so
many others, would come in to see us, with their yet unfaded suits of gray — already
sunburnt and soldier-like, but bright and cheerful. Alas! alas! how many now
fill the graves of heroes — their young lives crushed out by the unscrupulous
hand of an invading foe!
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern Refugee,
During the War, p. 216-7
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