Diaries and Letters of Belle Edmondson
    

—papers all suppressed, which appears rather ominous

May, Saturday 14, 1864

Miss Em and I slept until almost 12 o’clock—I finished Emie’s dress after getting up, Miss Em cut out her new Calico and run on the skirt. No Yankees today, neither have we seen a Confederate—Joanna and Anna Nelson went in this morning with the wagon to get supplies, as this is the last day the lines will be open. All of them got back safe with a permit for all they wanted. Tate came out with all of Helen’s Bridal trosseau—still no decisive news from Virginia—papers all suppressed, which appears rather ominous—Oh! heaven hear the humble, and heart rending prayers of our poor suffering South,—drive the wicked Northman from our soile , protect and guide my Bros safely through, may they do their duty nobly—bless my poor old Father—I am miserable, what is to become of me—

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