March, Wednesday 2, 1864
Bright and beautiful—Ice glittering magnificently—moderating a great deal, by 12 o’clock all snow gone, real pleasant tonight. Father went to Mr. Holmes’, our victory confirmed by news from below. Mr. Wilson dined with us, gave the same news Father heard at Mr. H’s. Nonconnah out of it’s banks, still raining. Tate and Cousin S. very much dissipointed , as they seem in great haste to go to the City. I sat in Parlor after Mr. Wilson came, braided another width on my swiss, tis real fascinating work, but oh! my chest aches so badly, no one but my sainted Mother ever knew or sympathized with me in this affliction. Laura washed today, although my only companion she has fallen into the arms of Morpheus, and left me real lonely, she and Bettie are improving very much in their lessons. Poor Father, he too is alone. I have forgiven the past, heavenly Father, give me strength to forget it. Nothing late from Jimmie or Eddie—Lord be with them in all hours of danger, and bring them safe to us.