I was surprised this morning by a precious visit from Mrs. S.
Smith She went to Petersburg this evening, to join her husband, who is
stationed there. She seems to think that she can never return to her Winchester
home, so completely is every thing ruined. It is strange how we go on from
month to month, living in the present, without any certain prospect for the
future. We had some sweet, sad talk of our dear William. She says he was
prepared, and God took him. At his funeral, his pastor took out his last letter
from him, but became so overwhelmed with tears that he could not read it. It is
right, and we must submit; but it is a bitter trial to give up one we loved so
dearly.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 242
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