[from the diary of Matthella Page Harrison as transcribed at a later date]
Friday, June 27th
Yeterday Mary and I went to Winchester to have our teeth fixed but failed, the dentist having no material. The Yankees are discomforting us in every way. It was reported coming from Col. Bacheler, the Provost Marshal, that the French consul was at Hampton Roads. An armistice of thirty days had been declared, whether to head off negotiations we knew not. McClellan has been driven beyond the Chickahominy out of sound of the church bells. He will not attend services there for some moths now we think. He calls loudly for reinforcements, which is comforting. Vast boasted numbers must be decreasing when the call for them is made so loudly. They evidently do not heed the first trumpet note of despair.