I feel more and more anxious about Richmond. I can't believe
that it will be given up; yet so many persons are doubtful that it makes me
very unhappy. I can't keep a regular diary now, because I do not like to write
all that I feel and hear. I am constantly expecting the blessing of God in a
way that we know not. I believe that all of our difficulties are to be
overruled for good. A croaker accuses me of expecting a miracle to be wrought
in our favour, which I do not; but we have been so often led on in a manner so
wonderful, that we have no right to doubt the mercy of God towards us. Our
troops, too, are standing up under such hardships and trials, which require the
most sublime moral as well as personal courage to endure, that I cannot avoid
expecting a blessing upon them!
Sherman moves on in his desolating path. Oh for men to
oppose and crush him!
In the midst of our trials, Hymen still comes in to
assert his claims, and to amuse and interest us. We have lately seen our
beautiful young friend, Mary Garnett, led to his altar; and two of our young
office associates are bidding us farewell for the same sacrifice. One of
them, Miss T. W., has sat by my side for more than a year, with her bright face
and sweet manners. She will be a real loss to me, but I cannot find it in my
heart to regret that she will bless with her sweetness one of our brave
Confederate officers.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 332-3
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