After holding a consultation with a particular friend of Dr.
M., together with Mr. —— and the “Colonel,” we have determined to await the
decision of Mr. —— about the rooms on Franklin Street, and not to attempt to
get others, hoping that as there are so many competitors for them, we may be
considered the rightful claimants. There can be no doubt that they were
promised to us.
The morning papers report “all quiet” at Petersburg, except
that shells are daily thrown into the city, and that many of the women and
children are living in tents in the country, so as to be out of the reach of
shells.
The death of the bold and dashing General Morgan is deeply
regretted. He has done us great service throughout the war, but particularly
since his wonderful escape from his incarceration in the Ohio Penitentiary. It
seems so short a time since he was here, all classes delighting to do him
reverence. It is hard for us to have to give up such men.
General Hood telegraphs that the inhabitants of Atlanta have
been ordered to leave their homes, to go they know not whither. Lord, how long
must we suffer such things? I pray that the enemy's hands may be stayed, and
that they may be driven from our fair borders to their own land. I ask not
vengeance upon them, but that they may be driven to their own homes, and that
we may be henceforward and forever a separate people.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 304-5
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