No. 211 Camp St. “All things are taken from us, and become portions and parcels of the dreadful pasts.” . . . Thursday the 13th cam...

To see a whole city draped in mourning is certainly an imposing spectacle, and becomes almost grand when it is considered as an expression ...

While praying for the return of those who have fought so nobly for us, how I have dreaded their first days at home! Since the boys died, I ...

Our Confederacy has gone with one crash — the report of the pistol fired at Lincoln. SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson,  A Confederate Gir...

This morning we heard Jimmy is engaged to Helen Trenholm, daughter of the Secretary of the Confederate States. He wrote asking Brother'...

No. 19 Dauphine St. – One year ago, in my little room in the Camp Street house, I sat shivering over Tennyson and my desk, selfishly rejoic...

Dead! Dead! Both dead! O my brothers! What have we lived for except you? We, who would have so gladly laid down our lives for yours, are le...

O God, O God, have mercy on us! George is dead! Both in a week. George, our sole hope — our sole dependence. SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawso...

Not dead! not dead! O my God! Gibbes is not dead! Where — O dear God! Another? Only a few days ago came a letter so cheerful and hop...

Last night we were thrown into the most violent state of commotion by the unexpected entrance of Captain Bradford. He has been brought here...

The last of eighteen sixty-three is passing away as I write. . . . Every New Year since I was in my teens, I have sought a quiet spot where...

Our distress about Gibbes has been somewhat relieved by good news from Jimmy. The jolliest sailor letter from him came this morning, dated ...

A report has just reached us that my poor dear Gibbes has been taken prisoner along with the rest of Hayes's brigade. SOURCE: Sa...

Yes! It is so, if his own handwriting is any proof. Mr. Appleton has just sent Brother a letter he had received from Gibbes, asking him to ...

Another odd link of the old, stale story has come to me, all the way from New York. A friend of mine, who went on the same boat with the pr...

I hope this will be the last occasion on which I shall refer to the topic to which this unfortunate book seems to have been devoted. But it...

Write me down a witch, a prophetess, or what you will. I am certainly something! All has come to pass on that very disagreeable subject ver...

I have learned more. He has not yet left; part of the mystery is unraveled, only I have neither patience nor desire to seek for more. These...

O my prophetic soul! part of your forebodings are already verified! And in what an unpleasant way! Day before yesterday an English o...

I consider myself outrageously imposed upon! I am so indignant that I have spent a whole evening making faces at myself. “Please, Miss Sara...