Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“The enemy admit their terrible disaster, and are busy inquiring into causes.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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“Mountain View,” July 29.—Mr. _____ and myself came over here on Friday, to spend a few days with the Bishop and his family. He delivered a delightful address yesterday in the church, on the thankfulness and praise due to Almighty God, for (considering the circumstances) our unprecedented victory at Manassas. Our President and Congress requested [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“How can I record the death of our young friends, the Conrads of Martinsburg, the only sons of their father, and such sons!”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Tuesday.—The victory is ours! The enemy was routed! The Lord be praised for this great mercy. Evening.—Mr. _____ and myself have just returned from a neighbouring house where we heard the dread particulars of the battle. We saw a gentleman just from the battlefield, who brought off his wounded son. It is said to have [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Perhaps there was no one present who had not some near relative at Manassas…,”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Sunday, 21.—We were at church this morning and heard Bishop Meade, on the subject of “Praise.” He and his whole congregation greatly excited. Perhaps there was no one present who had not some near relative at Manassas, and the impression was universal that they were then fighting. This suspense is fearful; but we must possess [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“J. wrote to his father. He fears to-morrow may be a bloody Sabbath.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 20.—R. P. arrived to-night from Norfolk. He passed Manassas yesterday, and saw J. very busy with the wounded. The fight of the 18th quite severe; the enemy were very decidedly repulsed; but another battle is imminent. We were shocked by the death of Major C. Harrison. J. wrote to his father. He fears to-morrow [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Yesterday evening we were startled by the sound of myriads of horses, wheels, and men on the turnpike.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 19.—This day is perhaps the most anxious of my life. It is believed that a battle is going on at or near Manassas. Our large household is in a state of feverish anxiety; but we cannot talk of it. Some sit still, and are more quiet than usual; others are trying to employ themselves. [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“The soldiers from the far South have never had measles, and most unfortunately it has broken out among them, and many of them have died of it…,”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 18.—During the last ten days we have been visiting among our friends, near Berryville, and in Winchester. The wheat harvest is giving the most abundant yield, and the fields are thick with corn. Berryville is a little village surrounded by the most beautiful country and delightful society. Patriotism burns brightly there, and every one [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“We are in the Lord’s hands—He alone can help us.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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Sunday, 9th.—About to go to church. I trust that this Sabbath may be instrumental of much spiritual good, and that the hearts of the people may be busy in prayer, both for friends and enemies. Oh, that the Spirit of God may be with the soldiers, to direct them in keeping this holy day! We [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“All these things make us anxious, particularly as the booming of cannon is not unfrequent…,”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 5.—Yesterday M. P. and myself spent several hours riding about to visit our friends. The news of the day was, that General Patterson, with a large force, had crossed the river and taken possession of Martinsburg, and that General Johnston had sent Colonel Stuart, with his cavalry, to reconnoitre and cut off his supplies, [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Our prospect of getting home becomes more and more dim; my heart sinks within me, and hope is almost gone.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 4.—This day General Scott promised himself and his Northern friends to dine in Richmond. Poor old renegade, I trust he has eaten his last dinner in Richmond, the place of his marriage, the birthplace of his children, the home of his early friendships, and so near the place of his nativity and early years. [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“‘The Lord have mercy upon their souls—fire!’”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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July 3.—A real fight has occurred near Williamsport, but on the Virginia side of the Potomac. General Cadwallader crossed the river with, it is said, 14,000 men, to attack our force of 4,000 stationed there under Colonel Jackson. Colonel J. thought it folly to meet such an army with so small a force, and therefore [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“The army at Manassas said to be strongly reinforced. Measles prevailing there, and near Winchester, among the troops.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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June 24.—We have been in Winchester for the last two days, at Dr. S’s. General Johnston’s army encamped at “The Lick.” Some Southern regiments encamped near Winchester. The army at Manassas said to be strongly reinforced. Measles prevailing there, and near Winchester, among the troops. There has been a slight skirmish in Hampshire, on New [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Messrs. B. and R. M. called this morning, and report that the location of the Federals is very uncertain; it is supposed that they have retreated from Martinsburg.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee, Judith White McGuire.

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June 19.—Yesterday evening we heard rumours of the Federal troops having crossed the Potomac, and marching to Martinsburg and Shepherdstown in large force. General Johnston immediately drew up his army at a place called “Carter’s,” on the Charlestown road, about four miles beyond Winchester. Messrs. B. and R. M. called this morning, and report that [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“I am not yet prepared to think ourselves refugees, for I do hope to get home before long.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

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18th.—We go to-day to dine with Bishop Meade. He wishes us to spend much of our time with him. He says he must have the “refugees,” as he calls us, at his house. Dear me, I am not yet prepared to think ourselves refugees, for I do hope to get home before long. How often [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“I do not believe there is a woman among us who would not give up every thing but the bare necessaries of life for the good of our cause.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

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16th.—Rumours are abundant to-day of a Federal force approaching Strasburg. We are not at all credulous of the flying reports with which our ears are daily pained, and yet they make us restless and uneasy. We thank God and take courage from the little successes we have already had at Pigs Point, Acquia Creek, Fairfax [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Her house has been searched, furniture broken, and many depredations committed since she left home; books thrown out of the windows during a rain: nothing escaped their fury.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

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The Briars, June 12.—We are now in the beautiful Valley of Virginia, having left Chantilly on the 8th. The ride through the Piedmont country was delightful; it looked so peaceful and calm that we almost forgot the din of war we had left behind us. The road through Loudoun and Fauquier was picturesque and beautiful. [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“Oh, that I had many things that are locked up at home! so many relics—hair of the dead, little golden memorials, etc.—all valueless to others, but very dear to our hearts.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee.

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June 6.—Still at Chantilly. Every thing quiet, nothing particularly exciting; yet we are so restless. Mrs. C. and myself rode to the camp at Fairfax Court-House a day or two ago to see many friends; but my particular object was to see my nephew, W. B. N., first lieutenant in the Hanover troop. He looks [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire

“In a few moments there was another volley, the firing rapid, and to my unpractised ear there seemed a discharge of a thousand muskets.”—Diary of a Southern Refugee

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Chantilly, June 1.—We came here (the house of our friend Mrs. S.) this morning, after some hours of feverish excitement. About three o’clock in the night we were aroused by a volley of musketry not far from our windows. Every human being in the house sprang up at once. We soon saw by the moonlight [...]

Diary of a Southern Refugee During the War by Judith White McGuire