[from the diary of Eliza Oswald Hill, refugee from Wilmington, N.C.]
Saturday 20th We at last have rain & with it some vivid flashes of light
-ning which prevents my writing a letter to little willie--It has been
raining all night--& from appearances it will continue to do so all
day $50 more made at the Fair last night+ I did not attend it being
too warm & too crowded int he small room the girls had for the oc
-casion--the room with the table could conveniently have held twenty
persons--& I am certain 50 or 100 crowded in the night before--Be
-sides they had noting to sell worth $10 the whole of it--& persons only
went to give them the money--No letters or papers to day--we heard yester-
day of the death of Walker Mear's son aged eleven months--they were very
proud of him - & he was a fine child--Heavy to the parents will
be the blow--But the child rests in the bosom of its Saviour &
is now free from the cares, sufferings, & troubles of this world
it would have been obliged to endure had it remained here---
MSS 6960
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