1862 August 25 Chapel Hill, N.C.

[from the diary of Eliza Oswald Hill, refugee from Wilmington, N.C.]

Monday 25th  all day Liz & I have been busily at work in
my room - She finishing off her shaker, while I mended
torn garments--Liz is very sweet & whenever my unruly
tongue says any thing that I afterwards think has
hurt her-I mourn over it-& promise my self not to of-
-fend so again--A few words passed a night or two ago
about sitting in each other's room--Though she behaved
pleasantly--while I said many things I ought not - but
she must know I love her=For she has never varied in
her kindness to me- & when I look at her (as Richd called
it in one of his letters) sad sweet face-I feel like taking her
in my arms & if possible shielding her from every care.
Not only for my beloved sons sake-But for her own
4 O Clock  Liz- Mrs Watters--Sarah--& Eliza have all
gone out to pay a few visits--They will return for
Church at 7 O'Clock--No papers or letters were recei-
-ved to day--as no mail arrived last night-It never
comes on Sunday night unless there are passengers
at Durham that want to be brought up--It has turn
-ed cooler--Still cloudy--& threatning more rain--I have
just written to Virgil--in answer to his letter written
me--William becomes more interesting every day--He knows
us all now-
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