Dr. Boykin and John Witherspoon were talking of a nation in mourning, of blood poured out like rain on the battle-fields—for what? “Never l...

A letter from a Pharisee who thanks the Lord she is not as other women are; she need not pray, as the Scotch parson did, for a good conceit...

Mine is a painful, self-imposed task: but why write when I have nothing to chronicle but disaster? 1 So I read instead: First, Consuelo, t...

Mrs. Middleton was dolorous indeed. General Lee had warned the planters about Combahee, etc., that they must take care of themselves now; h...

Mary Preston went back to Mulberry with me from Columbia. She found a man there tall enough to take her in to dinner —Tom Boykin, who is si...

CHARLESTON, S. C. — We have come back to South Carolina from the Montgomery Congress, stopping over at Mulberry. We came with R. M. T. Hunt...

CHARLESTON, S. C. — I have just come from Mulberry, where the snow was a foot deep — winter at last after months of apparently May or June...

In full conclave to-night, the drawing-room crowded with Judges, Governors, Senators, Generals, Congressmen. They were exalting John C. Cal...

Mrs. Childs was here to-night (Mary Anderson, from Statesburg), with several children. She is lovely. Her hair is piled up on the top of he...