A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

“Stoop and totter,” sniggered the steward to No. 110, “and go in.”—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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May 9th.—Virginia Commissioners here. Mr. Staples and Mr. Edmonston came to see me. They say Virginia “has no grievance; she comes out on a point of honor; could she stand by and see her sovereign sister States invaded?” Sumter Anderson has been offered a Kentucky regiment. Can they raise a regiment in Kentucky against us? [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

Fort Pickens—Baltimore a blaze—Wigfall is black with rage—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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MONTGOMERY, Ala., April 27, 1861.—Here we are once more. Hon. Robert Barnwell came with us. His benevolent spectacles give him a most Pickwickian expression. We Carolinians revere his goodness above all things. Everywhere, when the car stopped, the people wanted a speech, and we had one stream of fervid oratory. We came along with a [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

Beaufort Watts; bluest blood—A volunteer maid is told “Let the war end either way and you will be free.”—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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April 22d.—Arranging my photograph book. On the first page, Colonel Watts. Here goes a sketch of his life; romantic enough, surely: Beaufort Watts; bluest blood; gentleman to the tips of his fingers; chivalry incarnate. He was placed in charge of a large amount of money, in bank bills. The money belonged to the State and [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

“…rowing about the harbor in small boats from fort to fort under the enemy’s guns, with bombs bursting in air.”—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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CAMDEN, S. C, April 20, 1861.—Home again at Mulberry. In those last days of my stay in Charleston I did not find time to write a word. And so we took Fort Sumter, nous autres; we–Mrs. Frank Hampton, and others–in the passageway of the Mills House between the reception-room and the drawing room, for there [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

“Not by one word or look can we detect any change in the demeanor of these negro servants.”—Charleston during the bombardment of Sumter, Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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April 13th.—Nobody has been hurt after all. How gay we were last night. Reaction after the dread of all the slaughter we thought those dreadful cannon were making. Not even a battery the worse for wear. Fort Sumter has been on fire. Anderson has not yet silenced any of our guns. So the aides, still [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

“…we went on the Planter to take a look at Morris Island and its present inhabitants…,—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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April 6th.—The plot thickens, the air is red hot with rumors; the mystery is to find out where these utterly groundless tales originate. In spite of all, Tom Huger came for us and we went on the Planter to take a look at Morris Island and its present inhabitants–Mrs. Wigfall and the Cheves girls, Maxcy [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

But the supper was a consolation–pâté de foie gras salad, biscuil glacé and champagne frappé.—Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

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April 4th.—Mr. Hayne said his wife moaned over the hardness of the chaperones’ seats at St. Andrew’s Hall at a Cecilia Ball.¹ She was hopelessly deposited on one for hours. “And the walls are harder, my dear. What are your feelings to those of the poor old fellows leaning there, with their beautiful young wives [...]

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A Diary From Dixie.— “…after that den of dirt and horror, Montgomery Hall, how white the sheets looked, luxurious bed linen once more, delicious fresh cream with my coffee!”

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Wednesday.–I have been mobbed by my own house servants. Some of them are at the plantation, some hired out at the Camden hotel, some are at Mulberry. They agreed to come in a body and beg me to stay at home to keep my own house once more, “as I ought not to have them [...]

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CHARLESTON, S. C, March 26, 1861—I have just come from Mulberry, where the snow was a foot deep—winter at last after months of apparently May or June weather. Even the climate, like everything else, is upside down. But after that den of dirt and horror, Montgomery Hall, how white the sheets looked, luxurious bed linen [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

Baltimore Recruits — Confederate Records

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FORT SUMTER, S.C., March 25, 1861. (Received A. G. O., March 28.) Col. L. THOMAS, Adjutant-General U. S A.: COLONEL: I have the honor to report that everything is quiet around us, and that we do not see any work being prosecuted except that at the new battery at Fort Johnson. They are practicing this [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut., War of the Rebellion: from the Official Records of the Union and Confederate Armies and Navies

“A man said aloud: ‘This war talk is nothing. It will soon blow over. Only a fuss gotten up by that Charleston clique.'”—A Diary From Dixie

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Tuesday.–Now this, they say, is positive: “Fort Sumter is to be released and we are to have no war.” After all, far too good to be true. Mr. Browne told us that, at one of the peace intervals (I mean intervals in the interest of peace), Lincoln flew through Baltimore, locked up in an express [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

“Mrs. Browne was walking with me when we were airing our indignation against Mrs. Lincoln and her shabby economy.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 11th.–In full conclave to-night, the drawingroom crowded with Judges, Governors, Senators, Generals, Congressmen. They were exalting John C. Calhoun’s hospitality. He allowed everybody to stay all night who chose to stop at his house. An ill-mannered person, on one occasion, refused to attend family prayers. Mr. Calhoun said to the servant, “Saddle that man’s [...]

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A Diary From Dixie.—”Wonderful! Some of these great statesmen always tell me the same thing—and have been telling me the same thing ever since we came here.”

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March 10th.–Mrs. Childs was here to-night (Mary Anderson, from Statesburg), with several children. She is lovely. Her hair is piled up on the top of her head oddly. Fashions from France still creep into Texas across Mexican borders. Mrs. Childs is fresh from Texas. Her husband is an artillery officer, or was. They will be [...]

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“We are abusing one another as fiercely as ever we have abused Yankees. It is disheartening.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 8th.–Judge Campbell,¹ of the United States Supreme Court, has resigned. Lord! how he must have hated to do it. How other men who are resigning high positions must hate to do it. Now we may be sure the bridge is broken. And yet in the Alabama Convention they say Reconstructionists abound and are busy. [...]

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“It is uncomfortable that the idea has gone abroad that we have no joy, no pride, in this thing.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 5th.–We stood on the balcony to see our Confederate flag go up. Roars of cannon, etc., etc. Miss Sanders complained (so said Captain Ingraham) of the deadness of the mob. “It was utterly spiritless,” she said; “no cheering, or so little, and no enthusiasm.” Captain Ingraham suggested that gentlemen “are apt to be quiet,” [...]

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“I have seen a negro woman sold on the block at auction… I was walking and felt faint, seasick.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 4th.–The Washington Congress has passed peace measures. Glory be to God (as my Irish Margaret used to preface every remark, both great and small). At last, according to his wish, I was able to introduce Mr. Hill, of Georgia, to Mr. Mallory,¹ and also Governor Moore and Brewster, the latter the only man without [...]

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“…the farther away they send us from this Congress the better I will like it.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 3d.–Everybody in fine spirits in my world. They have one and all spoken in the Congress¹ to their own perfect satisfaction. To my amazement the Judge took me aside, and, after delivering a panegyric upon himself (but here, later, comes in the amazement), he praised my husband to the skies, and said he was [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.