Entered on the duties of my office on the 30th of December.
So far I like it well. “The Major” is very kind, and considerate of our
comfort; the duties of the office are not very onerous, but rather confining
for one who left school thirty-four years ago, and has had no restraint of the
kind during the interim. The ladies, thirty-five in number, are of all ages,
and representing various parts of Virginia, also Maryland and Louisiana. Many
of them are refugees. It is melancholy to see how many wear mourning for
brothers or other relatives, the victims of war. One sad young girl sits near
me, whose two brothers have fallen on the field, but she is too poor to buy
mourning. I found many acquaintances, and when I learned the history of others,
it was often that of fallen fortunes and destroyed homes. One young lady, of
high-sounding Maryland name, was banished from Baltimore, because of her zeal
in going to the assistance of our Gettysburg wounded. The society is pleasant,
and we hope to get along very agreeably. I am now obliged to visit the hospital
in the afternoon, and I give it two evenings in the week. It is a cross to me
not to be able to give it more time; but we have very few patients just now, so
that it makes very little difference.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 250-1
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