June 17, 1863
Moon changed & no prospect of rain. The drought is getting alarming. The corn does not grow. The potatoes cannot be set out & the garden vegetables are burning up, but it is our Father who withholds it. He will send it in His own good time. Have been busy with my Honey today. The yeild is but poor & the comb dark. That terror of Bee keepers, the “webb,” i. e. “the moth” of Books is reported as in possession & last year the hives were not robbed on account of Mr E’s sickness. So the combs are dark & uninviting. Must change the Hives & try to do better another year. Making Walnut Catsup & Walnut Pickles. I have not made the first since `56 and my stock is now all gone — so must make a double portion.
I like housekeeping & housewifery cares, tho today they sit uneasily on me as I am far from well. My old enemy my liver is I fear in the wrong & I am suffering under one of Hannah Moore’s two ills of life — “bile.” Her other foe was “sin” & tho I am never free from that still I fear my conscience is not delicate enough to cause me constant compunction for it. I fear I am too easily contented with a confession of it without that godly sorrow which worketh amendment.
The 17th of June. Two years today since Patrick marched to Wilmington & what a life time has been compressed into it! What a sorrowful heavy hearted woman I was today two years ago & how God has blessed me since then! He is at home, well, & we are as yet undisturbed. Make me thankful O God. Today two years since Papa was buried, buried from a world of sorrow & distress, for how many pangs has merciful Death spared him! How he would mourn over the sufferings of our country men exposed to Abolition tyranny! God alleviate them & give them strength to bear what Thou layest upon them.
That wretch Milroy it is reported has been forced by Jenkins to evacuate Winchester where he has ruled with a rod of iron. I hope it is true but particulars are wanting. Vicksburg still triumphant, tho the Northern papers have it that it is surrendered, yet our dates are later than theirs. Nothing more on our side from Kirby Smith and Milliken’s Bend, but from the North we hear that the slaughter there was great. They say we refused to give quarter to negroes & killed them even after they were wounded & that Cuffee behaved better than his white officers. This is only a ruse to get negro officers appointed & so to releive the Anglo Saxon from the retaliation threatened by our President & sanctioned by our Congress which I preserve.
The seige of Port Hudson is renewed by land & River, but as yet it holds out. Rosencrans is reported as re-inforcing Grant, & Joe Johnston is said to have 40,000 men in his rear. So stirring news may be hourly looked for. Grant pretends to have dispatches from Pemberton, delivered to him by the treachery of the Courier, one Douglas, an Illinois man, with doleful tales of Pemberton’s distress, but we do not beleive one word of it. Yankee as he himself is, he would surely have selected a Southron for such a post at such time.
On the Rappahanock the force thrown over by Hooker at Deep Run has quietly withdrawn after mounting seige guns of heavy calibre. A little shelling, ineffectual on both sides, was all that took place on either side. It is supposed to be a ruse of Fighting Joe’s & that he either wished Lee to attack him or, as some prisoners we took aver — it was intended to withdraw our attention from Falmouth opposite Fredericksburg whilst he removed his stores. The Depot there has been burned & many fires observed on his line, so it is thought he intends to evacuate Stafford & try some other “On to Richmond route.” A demonstration was made upon the Chickahominy a few days since, but it was a demonstration only, as the troops have withdrawn to their gunboats without accomplishing anything. The coast of Georgia is threatened with invasion by a party of raiders up Turtle River. Grierson in Louisiana has been driven back from another threatened foray by a timely advance of ours, for which God be thanked.
Ah! what bad generalship to deliver New Orleans to the enemy as Lovel did. I am happy to say we now never hear of him. May he long rest in obscurity. The “mistake” in drawing him thence amounted to a “crime.”
Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html
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