I have been much occupied nursing the sick, not only in the
hospital, but among our own friends; and a sad, sad week has the last been to
us. We have had very little time to think of public affairs, but now that the
last sad offices have been performed for one very, very dear to us, with sore
hearts we must go back to busy life again. It is wonderful to me that we retain
our senses. While the cannon is booming in our ears from the neighbourhood of
Petersburg, we know that Hunter is raiding among our friends in the most
relentless way; that the Military Institute has been burnt, and that we have
nothing to hope for the West, unless General Early and General Breckinridge can
destroy him utterly.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 281
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