I have neglected
you, my little book, but don't you know how sick I am? And how they have all
been busy nursing me, so tenderly, so patiently, so untiringly—Ernestine,
Elise, and the members of this kind family, the Davidsons. We are back in our
old quarters with them, and I count myself blessed that such is the case. Never
can I repay them for their kindness! God, you pay them for me! Heaven, if ever
they come to troublous days, and dark nights, send down thy tender light upon
them! I cannot pay them; I am a miserable, weak thing, with very little moral
strength and very much body (all aching). I wish my spirit didn't have to be
pent up in this body. My brother told me of his prison house; we all have a
prison house. Death is the escape—so why should any one dread death?
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 284
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