May, Friday 6, 1864
I got up very early this morning, finished Harriet’s dress a little after dinner, just one day making it, I have picked my finger almost to the bone, and will have to rest for a few days and let it recruit. I slept all the evening, have spent the day alone, and it has seemed teribly long. No Yankees out on our road today. A heavy scout passed down the Hernando road, a very heavy picket on Nonconnah, since Floyd’s raide yesterday—poor old Mr. Farrer got in trouble yesterday, the Yanks carried him in Memphis and put him in the Irving Block,1 we have not heard any of the particulars. Cousin Mat, Frazor & Cousin Sallie came out this evening,—news, we have another victory on Red River, captured three more Gun Boats—Oh! how thankful we are for the bright days which are dawning—we humbly crave thy blessings for victory and peace—Received a letter from Jimmie in London, the crew men all well and in fine spirits—God bless both my dear Bros, and guard them from all danger and temptation—bless my poor old Father, and keep trouble from his last days—oh! make me a better woman. Frazor is 9 years old today—we have not heard from Eddie for several days.