A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson
    

A Confederate Girl’s Diary

Friday, 12th December.

My cripple friend that I mentioned so far back continues to send me the most affecting messages. “He is really wretched about me; never was more distressed; thinks of nothing else”; and so on through the whole list. To cap the climax, he sends me word that he can now walk on crutches, and the first time he can venture in a buggy, means to call on me. Que le ciel m’ en preserve! What could we talk about? “His’n” and “her’n “ several misfortunes? That’s too bad! Every one teases me unmercifully about my new conquest. I can’t help but be amused; and yet, beware, young girls, of expressing sympathy, even for soldiers! There is no knowing what effect it may produce.

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