[from the diary of Eliza Oswald Hill, refugee from Wilmington, N.C.]
Saturday 10th a beautiful bright day--no fires--but screens
put at each chimney--
the weather is charming--& I find it hard
to realize that we are engaged in such a War as it is brother
against brother--Child against father &c &c--I have been hard
at work all day mending & making for tom who says he must
leave on Monday for the Peninsula. Poor fellow he is not yet
entirely restored--But necessity knows no law. Go he must
his leave of absence being long since out--Liz spent the day
at Mr Persons--Eliza-Mary Wilson & tom went a fishing
but as usual were unsuccessful--Having lost their hooks
& lines on the way, no attempt was made to catch fish--& they
returned home in the hot sun--New arrivals at the Hotel
an Episcopal Minister Mr Wingfield--His daughter--His
son's wife, & a young lady with the, --They had to leave Ports-
-mouth as it was to be evacuated--We learn they are fighting
on the Peninsula--I hope we may whip them.
MSS 6960
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