I do not write often now, not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear, and why dwell upon those things? ...

A feeling of sadness hovers over me now, day and night, which no words of mine can express. There is a chance for plenty of character study...

I have moved again, and now I am looking from a window high, with something more to see than the sky. We have the third story of Dr. Da Veg...

Camp Near Charlotte, February 28. I thank you a thousand, thousand times for your kind letters. They are now my only earthly comfort, e...

LINCOLNTON, N. C., February 16, 1865 . A change has come o'er the spirit of my dream. Dear old quire of yellow, coarse, Confedera...

In all this beautiful sunshine, in the stillness and shade of these long hours on this piazza, all comes back to me about little Joe; it ha...

Letters from home, including one from my husband's father, now over ninety, written with his own hand, and certainly his own mind still...

For a week we have had such a tranquil, happy time here. Both my husband and Johnny are here still. James Chesnut spent his time sauntering...

Young Wade Hampton has been here for a few days, a guest of our nearest neighbor and cousin, Phil Stockton. Wade, without being the beauty ...

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...

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...

CAMDEN, S. C. — Home again at Mulberry, the fever in full possession of me. My sister, Kate, is my ideal woman, the most agreeable person I...

Last night I was awakened by loud talking and candles flashing, tramping of feet, growls dying away in the distance, loud calls from point ...

Davin! Have had a talk concerning him to-day with two opposite extremes of people. Mrs. Chesnut, my mother-in-law, praises everybody, go...

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...