June 17th 1864
Sally my ever dear friend. The moon’s pale beams fall gently into my room as I write. Thoughts of you come thick and fast. I look out into the calm moonlight, & wonder how it is possible for that org to look so serenely down upon all this terrible blood shed. The end of all this suffering is not yet.
Richmond must & shall not fall. The enemies despairing of ever whipping in an open engagement, are determined if possible to get possession of Danville, & South Side Rail Road & thus have the Capitol besieged. God grant it may never be done. Glorious old Virginia there is no sorrow like unto here, neither is there faith like unto hers. The whole state over run – yet she stands up nobly & will resist unto the end.
The coming election for Governor in N Car. is to decide much for the state’s weal or woe- if Holden & his colleagues are trampled under foot we are safe. I trust that the people will rouse themselves in time. Oh that the finger of scorn should be pointed at my native state. I blush for her few remaining men.
Source: Elizabeth Collier Diary, Southern Historical Collection, UNC-Chapel Hill.