May, Saturday 21, 1864
Nannie still sick in bed, got up this evening when Mr. Wilson came, I think that is the only thing which could have aroused her—Nothing unusual happened today, the news from Virginia still glorious. Oh, God! we praise, we humbly bow to thy glorious favor, of our struggle for Liberty—crown our Armys everywhere with decisive victories, and oh! we pray the for peace—Mrs. Perkins came home this evening, I am afraid she has made her arrangements for some revengeful feelings—her plans are entirely different from when she left. I did not imagine one I loved so much—I could so soon hate. Poor old Father is almost crazy with his troubles, yet the happy news from the Army keeps him up. Mrs. Perkins staid in my room and I had anything but a pleasant night—