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September 2nd [1864]

The weather is light & beautiful but our hearts are sad. The angel of death has again spread his gloomy wings over our family-circle. Another visitation on the altar of his Country. Robert smith, our young cousin has fallen. His remains were interred in our family burying ground & fair hands placed a wreath of evergreens over the grave of the young hero & left him to sleep with kindred dust. We have the comforting hope that he was ready for the summons. He sent word to his Brother that he had “found peace & it was all well with him.” Oh may these trials be blessed to us all!

 

Source: Jane Evans Elliot Diaries #5343, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

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Sunday 28th [August 1864]

Mr. Henry & I went to Sardis to Willey Jones’ funeral. We took all the children but Gus. The house was so full we could not get in. I sit out in the grave yard & read Hymns till preaching was over & then we eat our dinner & came home. Pinch & the little soldier (Joe Sanderson) came sometime before we did. Pinck was delighted with the trip. I finished reading “Robert and Harrold” this evening. It was not very interesting.

 

Source: Diary of Cornelia Henry in Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journal and Letters of the Henry Family. Clinard, Karen L. and Russell, Richard, eds. (Asheville, NC: Reminiscing Books, 2008).

 

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August 10th 1864

I have been to Person and spent several days very pleasantly with the children of my departed Sister Cornelia Thaxton. I feel that the Lord has blessed them for the sake of their angel Mother, the Lord will provide for them. I believe, I pray that they make shining lights in the church of Christ, they are all sprightly, promising children. I feel like their Mother is in Heaven. I met with several of my old acquaintances in Person, I spoke a word for Christ, I told them what the Lord has done for my soul. I done it in order to stir them up to walk in the way to Heaven, my soul was happy.

 

Willie Robertson died last night at 10 o’clock. Brother Gannon will preach his funeral at Union tomorrow. I hope this affliction will be sanctified to the good of his parents. We all have to be corrected and chastened to make us humble. The Lord is judging his people, he turneth man to destruction and sayeth return ye children of men, it is intended for the good of us all. I feel more faith in God, I have so many answers to prayer. The Lord is the strength of my heart and my portion forever, it is my meat and drink to do the will of God. I delight in his service. I do enjoy reading the scriptures, and communion with God, who is my best friend, he hears and answers my prayers. My soul is happy, I will praise him with joyful lips, Hallelujah!!!!

 

Our quarterly meeting was held at Union on Sat. before the fourth Sunday in August, Peter Doub was presiding elder. My daughter joined the Methodist church on that day and was baptized by brother Gannon. I was very glad and thankful to our Heavenly Father.

 

My dear Willie arrived home safe last Monday from the army, he is in fine health, has a furlough for 30 days. Oh how thankful I feel. I have felt that I have been sanctified. I have the blessing of perfect love, I hope, my faith in God is strong, he comforts my soul and refreshes me by his holy Spirit, he answers my prayers. I feel that God loves me and owns for his child pardoning voice I hear I can no longer fear, I will praise him, as long as I live. Glory and honor to Jesus, he is my precious Saviour.

 

Source: Mary Jeffreys Bethell Diary, 1853-1873.  #1737-z, Southern Historical Collection, The Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. http://docsouth.unc.edu/imls/bethell/menu.html

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Henry family burial plots, Harrie Deaver near the end, before the fenced plots.

Henry family burial plots, Asheville. Harrie Deaver is buried near the end, before the fenced plots.

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Sunday 17th July 1864

My head not well this morning. I lay down on the lounge & tried to sleep but could not. Matt kept the flies off me. We sit up till 11 o’clock last night thinking perhaps Mr. Henry would come. The moon shone nearly as bright as day. They sung & prayed all night I think, at least every time I was awake. Yesterday & today have been beautiful days. They started to bury Atheline about half past one I suppose. She smells a little. There was a heap of negroes went on from here. They had plenty of company last night. Matt , Tom  & the children went. I was afraid to leave the house in such times as this. I sent for Mrs. Fanning to come & stay while I went to the grave yard but she has the headache & could not come. I then sent to know if Arbazena might stay with me & she sent her. They had not been gone long till Mr. Henry came. I was so glad to see him. I felt so lonely. I got him some milk & fixed his dinner for him & now he is upstairs asleep. Arbazena went up to the hotel place a while ago with Nance Warren. Nance came after her letters that Tom brought out yesterday. Everything looks very lonely. Atheline will never come to me again and ask what she will do. No never. They have come back from the burying. I received a letter from Sister Matt yesterday evening written the last of May (the 30th) a long time on the road. Mr. Henry took a long nap this evening. Old Boyd here tonight.

 

 

Source: Diary of Cornelia Henry in Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journal and Letters of the Henry Family. Clinard, Karen L. and Russell, Richard, eds. (Asheville, NC: Reminiscing Books, 2008).

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Saturday 16th [July 1864]

Atheline died this morning about half past eight. She went very easy. She died very easy. She was 19 years old last December 21st day. Jim takes if very hard. I have had the headache all day very bad but ‘tis some better this evening. Mr. Henry went to Camps this morning to identify his horse that was killed at Warm Springs last fall. I have done nothing today. I made a white bow for Atheline this morning. Mrs. Fanning, Betsey McKinnish, Fannie & Jinnie dressed her very neatly. I had a pair of my fine stockings & a nice pair of gloves put on her & gave her a sheet. She has been and kind to me & my children. I loved her for loving them. She died perfectly in her mind, told them all good bye last night. She was willing to go. I am glad she was resigned. She was nothing but skin and bone, looked almost like a skeleton. I think she had consumption. She asked for her baby this morning. It was asleep so she did not get to see it & when it awoke they took it to her but she did not notice it. She asked Jim this morning if he was not glad her soul was happy. Tom Tidwell went to Asheville today. Got me 5 lbs. of sugar for fifty dollars. Very dear. I don’t use it, only when I have headache. Mrs. Fanning got the cloth started this morning but wove none after Atheline died.

 

** Atheline (Slave owned by the Henry family) – Born December 21, 1844, married Jim on January 4, 1862, died on July 17, 1864 (age 19). Daughter of Aunt Tena.  Aunt Tena was purchased from Stacy Webb by Reuben Deaver on September 16, 1841 and sold to James R. Love with her children Atheline and Charley in 1848.  The family was then given to William L. Henry by estate of Robert Henry in 1863.

 

Source: Diary of Cornelia Henry in Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journal and Letters of the Henry Family. Clinard, Karen L. and Russell, Richard, eds. (Asheville, NC: Reminiscing Books, 2008).

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Extract from Dr. Hubbard’s sermon [on the death of George Burgwin Johnston]

 

I have thought it fit to present these reflections to your minds, because we have had in recent months not a few intimations of our mortality & in the past week, one which has filled with a peculiar sadness the hearts of those who knew him who was departed, best.

It is not our intention to eulogize the dead. When once, in the burial service, the benediction of the Church has been pronounced over the departed, she leads them in her master’s keeping, trusting in His words of promise, & His unfailing mercies. Yet it is well, sometimes, when our hearts are deeply touched by the loss of a friend, to retain the impression of our loss, & confirm our memory of the excellent qualities of him who has been taken from us. And surely there are not a few here present to whom the life of one as lovely & this early death furnish both admonition & example. To that end would I speak of him.

A life of only twenty three years is too brief for what the world would call the achievement of great things. It is then that the elements of the character are arranging themselves around those centres which are to determine all its energy & activities in the future. This early period is the season of hopes, of plans, of discipline, of preparation, when the muscles of the soul are developed, its strength maturing. And it is because, in the death of our late friend, so rich hopes have been extinguished, a training so admirable cut off from all its results, that we grieve over our share in his loss so deeply.

Capt. Johnson seems to have had a rare constitution of nature always amiable, & affectionate, always firm in duty, safety & generous in all his impulses & purposes; from his very childhood to have exhibited those traits which in later years won so entirely the regards of those who knew him. As a student of the University he was faithful in every relation, to his teachers, to his fellows, to himself. No appointed service was left undone, & each & all well done. His acknowledged superiority in talents & attainments excited no envy in others, no pride in himself: while his upright manly bearing gained for him from every quarter respect & confidence. Few young men have for many years left College with purer name, or with brighter prospects of usefulness & distinctions. When he became a teacher, all that was anticipated for him was realized; popular because he was faithful, & successful because he was in earnest, & creating everywhere esteem & affection by his transparent unselfishness & purity of heart. The same qualities he carried into his brief soldier-life, & these for they earned like rewards.

The crowning beauty of his character, & the source of all his rare excellencies, was his christian faith. Trained in christian duty, from early life, there seems to have been no time when the light of Heaven did not shine on him, & he grew up in the purpose of consecration to God, & so all along to the end dwell in that peculiar calmness & peace, which comes from a pure conscious, & an obedient heart, & the superadded grace of the Spirit.

Loving much, he was loved much. Patient and submissive he was gently carried in the arms of the Great Shepherd. He was strengthened from above to lead, what many who hear one will join me in calling a most exemplary & consistent life, & so received that gift, almost more excellent, of consolation & an arm to lean on in his long passage through the valley of the shadows of death.  “Not my will, but thine be done” was in those trying hours, the language of his heart & lips,& can we doubt that the humble disciple thus following in word & spirit The blessed Master is this day “with Him, to go out no more from him forever”?

 

April 10th 1864.

 

Source: George Burgwin Johnston Papers, North Carolina State Archives, Raleigh as found on www.ncecho.org.

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