To-day came a godsend. Even a small piece of bread and the molasses had become things of the past. My larder was empty, when a tall mulatto...

Today brings news of a terrible battle — but no particulars; only that General Frank Paxton is killed; Jackson and A. P. Hill wounded. Of t...

Christmas Eve: How different the scene our house presents tonight, and this time last year! Then every one of Mr. P.'s children was her...

This evening, just before sunset, we saw the mortal remains of the dear boy committed to the grave. It is a sore blow to his precious fathe...

Bunker Hill, Berkeley Co., Va. [Undated. After October 3, 1862] My Dear Maggie , — In haste I drop you a line in answer to your lette...

Headquarters, Valley District, July 22d, 1862. Dear Colonel Preston , — Your letter, and the touching poetical production of Maggie h...

My husband has today returned without the dear remains of Willy.   . . . “Slain in battle — Slain in battle” — he continually reiterates.  ...

A note today from Mr. P. at Gordonsville, written Thursday evening; not a word had he yet heard of dear Willy's death; he would probabl...

Our grief has sorrowed itself down to calmness; but how sad the household! Dear Willy was the darling of all. His unselfish nature led him ...

The worst has happened — our fearful suspense is over: Willy, the gentle, tender-hearted, brave boy, lies in a soldier's grave on the P...

Mrs. Randolph came. With her were the Freelands, Rose and Maria. The men rave over Mrs. Randolph's beauty; called her a magnificent spe...