Started from
Blackburn Ford, Md., at six P.M., and at eleven o'clock put up for the night.
Ten miles.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 268
Started out at
half-past nine A.M., and marched to Loudon, passing through Harper's Ferry; and
went into park at seven P.M. Eight miles.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 268
In camp in Pleasant
Valley all day. Mustered for two months' pay.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 268
Started out at eight
A.M., marched to Snickersville, and went into camp at Snicker's Gap. Eleven
miles.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
In battery at
Snickersville all day and night, and until Nov. 6.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
Started at half-past
six A.M., passing Millville and Philmont, to Millburg, where we saw a lot of
wounded rebels, and went into camp at five o'clock. Eighteen miles.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
Started out at
half-past seven, and marched to White Plains, where we camped for the night.
Seven miles.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
Started from White
Plains at half-past six, passed through New Baltimore, and went into camp three
miles from Warrenton. The roads being covered with snow made it bad marching.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
In camp at
Warrenton. Gen. McClellan left the army to-day, and Gen. Burnside was his
successor. He reviewed the troops before he left, and we fired a salute of
thirteen guns. Gen. McClellan was the father of the Army of the Potomac.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
Gen. Porter left his
command to-day, and Gen. Hooker took his place. He reviewed his corps before
leaving, and we fired a salute of thirteen guns in his honor.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
The corps was
reviewed by Gen. Hooker.
SOURCE: John Lord
Parker, Henry Wilson's Regiment: History of the Twenty-second
Massachusetts Infantry, the Second Company Sharpshooters and the Third Light
Battery, in the War of the Rebellion, p. 269
WASHINGTON, Feb. 6, 1852.
MY DEAR SIR,—I see
the Whigs are to meet in Frankfort on the 24th of this month to select
delegates to the national convention for the nomination of a candidate for the
Presidency. I think that Mr. Fillmore has fairly earned and fully deserves the
highest favor and confidence of the Whigs, and that he is in mere justice
entitled to the nomination. I do not know that he will be a candidate; I am
sure he will not seek such a position. But neither you nor I will think that he
therefore deserves it the less. I am anxious that your Frankfort convention
should make some strong expression of its approbation of Mr. Fillmore, and its
preference for him as their candidate. When they shall have done that, and with
it their determination to support the nominee of the national convention, they
will have done all that they ought to do. I beg you to do all you can to
procure such an expression of preference for Mr. F. You will gratify and serve
me by this. I believe that Fillmore is, as he ought to be, the favorite
candidate of Kentucky. I see that in one of your county meetings there has been
an expression of a preference for me as the candidate for the Presidency. If
any purpose of that sort should be manifested in the convention, I beg you and
all my friends to suppress it. It would do me no good in any event; it would be
a prejudice to me in any of those contingencies or prospects which my
too-sanguine friends might anticipate. You know my sentiments on this subject.
I shall always be proud of any favorable expression of the sentiments of
Kentuckians to me, but at this juncture I should much regret a nomination for
the Presidency. Besides its other injurious effects, it would furnish a
plausible ground to doubt the sincerity of my conduct and advice to others who
are here and expose me to suspicion of contrivance and selfish ambition, than
which nothing could be more unjust. Reflect upon and attend to this. Let me
hear by telegraph the first expression of preference for Fillmore.
Ballard House,
Richmond.—We have taken Richmond, if the Yankees haven't! Yes, we are here; but
had some trouble to get settled. The fashionable mode of living is
room-keeping, and we are strictly in the fashion. And now how nicely comes in
that trunk of provisions my thoughtful papa made me bring, much against my own
wishes. On opening it, we found meal, hominy, flour, a side of bacon, some
coffee, tea, and a quantity of potatoes. They will help us along wonderfully,
as all food products bring a tremendous price in this beleaguered city.
Ernestine went to market this morning and paid $10 for a steak for our
breakfast. At that rate we can only afford to take a savory smell occasionally!
Ernie is simply angelic in spirit—she never loses patience, never gets cross,
never says anything she oughtn't to say, even against the Yankees ! The city is
crowded to suffocation, the streets thronged with soldiers in uniform, officers
gaily caparisoned, and beautiful women, beautifully dressed, though not in the
latest Parisian toilettes. I should say there is no more brilliant capital
among all the nations. Are there great and somber tragedies going on around us?
Is there a war? I thought so before I reached Richmond!
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 277-8
Our department
quarters here are not nearly so comfortable as those left behind in Columbia.
They do well enough, however. I have not had a chance to mention that handsome
officer we saw on the train after leaving Greensboro. He was of the blonde
type, with tawny, flowing mustache, and hair bright as "streaks from
Aurora's fingers." Tall and broad-shouldered, he was attired in a
captain's uniform, and deeply absorbed in reading a book. What was the book?
Lise and I were wild to find out. We did find out, and, I hope, without
exciting the least suspicion on his part. The book was "Quits."
Knowing the story so well, and his face being so expressive, we could almost
guess the contents of the pages as he turned them over. But after awhile he did
not appear so deeply interested in it, and when our train had to be exchanged
for another he stepped forward, raised his hat, and asked to be allowed to
remove our packages. He was very grave and dignified. Were we wrong in
accepting the attention? Sadie says we must not accept the slightest attention
from unknown men while thus traveling. We have been thrust forth from the safe
environment of our homes and cannot afford to take any risks. Sadie is as
proper as a dowager duchess of eighty. But, ah! the strange exigencies of these
times! What is to become of us? There is no longer the shadow of a doubt—our
homes are in ashes.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 278
I find myself
regarding Lise with increasing admiration and affection. She is surely the most
graceful girl in existence, combining a lot of downright amiability with a vast
amount of tact. Also, she has a deal of fun and mischief. That blonde stranger
must have noticed all of this with his eyes, so darkly blue.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 278
A letter from home!
A letter from home! It reached me by hand through the department—is most
reassuring and at the same time most delightfully comprehensive. They are all
safe—thank God, my dear ones. Johnny came through without a scratch, and so did
my new Steinway. It was a night of untold horrors (the 17th), but in the
general conflagration our house was saved. My father and mother made friends
even among their enemies, and through their exertions and old Maum Nancy's the
family were fed and protected during the whole time. A number of Federal
officers were quartered with the family until the morning of the 20th. One of
them, whom mamma describes as "a most attractive young lieutenant,"
examined my music, tried my piano, playing with no little skill, and then
inquired, "Where is she; the young lady who plays?" And when my
father answered, “Gone to Richmond," he laughingly rejoined, "Ran
away from the Yankees! Now, where was the use of that? We are just as sure to
catch her there as here." Are you, Mr. Lieutenant? I fancy not; Sherman's
army can't expect to overrun the whole earth; we are safe enough in Richmond.
And yet I regret again not being there. I might have conducted the argument on
both sides, for awhile, with that attractive young lieutenant, and who knows?
perchance make one Yankee's heart ache a little. What fun! What an opportunity!
What a chance to get even have I lost!
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 278-9
Oh! the seduction,
the novelty, the fascination of this life in Richmond! If patriotism is its
master-chord, pleasure is no less its dominant note, and while it is as
indescribable as the sparkle of champagne, it is no less intoxicating. Last
night the parlor was full of visitors, and the same may be said of almost every
night—officers, privates, congressmen, senators, old friends and new ones, from
all parts of the country. They are finding out our whereabouts and paying their
devoirs. And what do you think, my little book? The blonde captain was among
them. Strange things are the most natural, I have begun to think, for our
strange acquaintance has come about in the most natural way. Dr. S—— knows his
relatives in Maryland, and we are acquainted with his relatives in Carolina, so
not even Sadie could gainsay the fitness of the acquaintance—nor Ernestine, who
is an anxious mother to the last one of us.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 279
He is just as
charming a gentleman as I thought he would be I refer to the captain, of
course. Last night I saw him gazing at Bet's hair in the most admiring manner.
It is magnificent. I should be awfully vain of it, were it mine—but she is not.
Bet is as level-headed as a girl can be, and as sweet and modest as a violet.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 279
Wish I had been
taught to cook instead of how to play on the piano. A practical knowledge of
the preparation of food products would stand me in better stead at this
juncture than any amount of information regarding the scientific principles of
music. I adore music, but I can't live without eating—and I'm hungry! I want
some chicken salad, and some charlotte
russe, and some ox-palate, and corn muffins! These are the things I want;
but I'll eat anything I can get. Honestly, our cuisine has become a burning
question. Dear, sweet Ernie bears the brunt, and has to, because the rest of us
are simpletons! She'll be canonized some of these days, or deserves to be, if
she isn't.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate
Girl's Diary,” p. 279
With a sharp knife cut out smoothly the interior of a large sponge cake, leaving the bottom and the sides standing. Make a rich boiled custard, (see Custard Puddings, Chapter XV.,) of one pint of cream, one pint of milk, eight eggs, and flavored with vanilla or peach water; mix this custard with an ounce of isinglass, or patent gelatine, previously boiled to a jelly in a little water; stir them well together, and sweeten them with fine white sugar; then whip to a stiff froth one pint of rich cream, flavored with rose-water; take off the froth as it stiffens, and add it gradually to the custard, stirring it all the time; pour this mixture into the mould already formed in the sponge cake; cover the whole with an icing, (see Chap. XVIII.,) and keep it upon ice until it is wanted.
CHARLOTTE RUSSE, WITH VANILLA.
Line a plain round mould with Savoy Biscuits, (see Chap. XVII.,) cutting off the end of some, to make them stand upright around the sides, and lapping others over each other at the bottom to form a rosette. Fill the mould, thus prepared, with Vanilla Cream, (see page 247,) and keep it upon ice until it is wanted.
CHARLOTTE RUSSE, IN MOSAIC.
Cover the bottom of a plain round mould with black and white grapes, strawberries, bits of stewed apple, pears, or any fruit in season, variegating them as much as possible to imitate mosaic; set the mould upon ice, and pour into it a little clear jelly, sufficient only to cover the fruit; line the sides of the mould with Savoy Biscuits, (see Chapter XVII.)
Put into a stew-pan one and a half ounces of isinglass, or of patent gelatine, (which is better,) half a pint of water, the juice of two lemons, and six ounces of fine white sugar; boil all together until it is reduced one half; skim it and pass it through a sieve into a bowl; when it has become cool, add four glasses of Madeira wine and two glasses of brandy; and when it is on the point of setting, stir into it one pint of cream well whipped. Pour this preparation into the mould or moulds, prepared as above, and keep it on ice until it is wanted.
CHARLOTTE RUSSE, WITH STRAWBERRIES.
Line a plain round mould with large ripe strawberries, in the following manner :-Bury the mould up to its rim in ice, cut the strawberries in halves, dip them in Calf's Foot Jelly, which must be cold, but not set, cover the bottom of the mould with the strawberries, the cut side downwards, then build them up to the sides of the mould in the same position the jelly will make them adhesive; when this is finished, fill the mould with cream as prepared for Charlotte Russe, or for Charlotte Russe in Mosaic; keep the mould upon ice until it is wanted; then dip the mould in warm water, and empty it carefully upon your dish.
The cream which you pour into the mould must be very nearly set when you put it in, or it will run between the strawberries and produce a bad effect.
CHARLOTTE RUSSE, WITH PINE-APPLE.
Peel and cut a pine-apple in slices, put the slices into a stew-pan with half a pound of fine white sugar, half an ounce of isinglass, or of patent gelatine, (which is better,) and a wine glass of water; stew it until it is quite tender, then rub it through a sieve, place it upon ice, and stir it well; when it is upon the point of setting, add a pint of cream well whipped, mix it well, and pour it into a mould lined with Savoy Biscuits, (Chapter XVII.) or prepared in any other way you prefer.
SOURCE: Mrs. Bliss, The Practical Cook Book, published in 1860, p. 247-9
