A letter from Mrs. Davis, who writes: “Do come to me, and
see how we get on. I shall have a spare room by the time you arrive,
indifferently furnished, but, oh, so affectionately placed at your service. You
will receive such a loving welcome. One perfect bliss have I. The baby, who
grows fat and is smiling always, is christened, and not old enough to develop
the world's vices or to be snubbed by it. The name so long delayed is Varina
Anne. My name is a heritage of woe.
“Are you delighted with your husband? I am delighted with
him as well as with my own. It is well to lose an Arabian horse if one elicits
such a tender and at the same time knightly letter as General Chesnut wrote to
my poor old Prometheus. I do not think that for a time he felt the vultures
after the reception of the General's letter.
“I hear horrid reports about Richmond. It is said that all
below Ninth Street to the Rocketts has been burned by the rabble, who mobbed
the town. The Yankee performances have not been chronicled. May God take our
cause into His own hands.”
SOURCES: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 378
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