Jeff. Phelps arrived to-day direct from Mosby's command, which is disbanded, but has not surrendered. He is full of enthusiasm and vis...

We have no mail communication, and can hear nothing from General Johnston. We go on as usual, but are almost despairing. Dear M., in her sa...

General Johnston surrendered on the 26th of April. “My native land, good-night!” SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire,  Diary of a Southern Refugee...

On Saturday evening my brother's wagon met us at the depot and brought us to this place, beautiful in its ruins. We have not been here ...

The cars on the Central Railroad will run tomorrow, for the first time, under Federal rule, and the day after we will use our passports and...

The Episcopal churches being closed, we went to the Rev. Dr. Hoge's church. The rector was absent; he went off, to be in Confederate li...

I try to dwell as little as possible on public events. I only feel that we have no country, no government, no future. I cannot, like some o...

As usual, I went to the hospital, and found Miss T. in much trouble. A peremptory order has been given by the Surgeon-General to remove all...

Fearful rumours are reaching us from sources which it is hard to doubt, that it is all too true, and that General Lee surrendered on Sunday...

We have heard nothing new to-day confirming the report of the surrender, which is perhaps the reason my spirit feels a little more light. W...

No light on our sorrow — still gloomy, dark, and uncertain. I went to-day to the hospital, as was my duty. My dear friend S. T. chee...

Another gloomy Sabbath-day and harrowing night. We went to St. Paul's in the morning, and heard a very fine sermon from Dr. Minnegerode...

Mr. Lincoln has visited our devoted city to-day. His reception was any thing but complimentary. Our people were in nothing rude or disrespe...

I feel as if we were groping in the dark; no one knows what to do. The Yankees, so far, have behaved humanely. As usual, they begin with pr...

Agitated and nervous, I turn to my diary to-night as the means of soothing my feelings. We have passed through a fatal thirty-six hours. Ye...

A deep gloom has just been thrown over the city by the untimely death of one of its own heroic sons. General John Pegram fell while nobly l...

A long pause in my diary. Every thing seems so dark and uncertain that I have no heart for keeping records. The croakers croak about Richmo...

Sheridan's raid through the country is perfectly awful, and he has joined Grant, without being caught. Oh, how we listened to hear that...

Still we go on as heretofore, hoping and praying that Richmond may be safe. Before Mr. Hunter (Hon. R. M. T.) left Richmond, I watched his ...

Our new Commissary-General is giving us brighter hopes for Richmond by his energy. Not a stone is left unturned to collect all the provisio...