May, Tuesday 17, 1864
Oh! most miserable day—Mrs. Perkins almost made me mad at her deep distress—Poor, poor Nannie, my heart aches for her, would to God I might be the medium through which all could be made happy—Miss Em is so widely different in her political feeling, there will never be any happiness, I fear, with poor Nannie. May God guide the dear child, keep her firm to the cause she has espoused, may she never have her pure, noble Southern feelings polluted with Yankee treachery or tyrany—keep her firm and true to her noble Brother Dashiell and his Country rights—she dreams not, but oh! my heart trembles and bleeds for her in this great trial and affliction. I received a letter from Dr. Moses—Tate did also—Oh! why am I tempted—guide, oh! comfort me, my Savior—poor Father is quite sick—Joanna went to Hernando this morning—