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...

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...

Old Mrs. Chesnut is dead. A saint is gone and James Chesnut is broken-hearted. He adored his mother. I gave $375 for my mourning, which con...

Major Edward Johnston did not get into the Confederacy until after the first battle of Manassas. For some cause, before he could evade that...

Betsey, recalcitrant maid of the W.'s, has been sold to a telegraph man. She is as handsome as a mulatto ever gets to be, and clever in...

The enemy are landing at Georgetown. With a little more audacity where could they not land? But we have given them such a scare, they are c...

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...

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

In England Mr. Gregory and Mr. Lyndsey rise to say a good word for us. Heaven reward them; shower down its choicest blessings on their devo...

Have been looking at Mrs. O'Dowd as she burnished the “Meejor's arms” before Waterloo. And I have been busy, too. My husband has go...

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