1862 July 25 Staunton, Va.

[from the diary of Joseph Addison Waddell, civilian employee of the Quartermaster Dept.]

Friday, July 25.
A report this morning of a skirmish at Luray yesterday, 
in which we captured 25 prisoners, 10 wagons +c. But it 
is said that two Federal regiments have entered the Val
ley at Swift Run Gap to cut off the only regiment 
(cavalry) we have west of the Blue Ridge. Reported that 
troops from the South are arriving at Richmond. To all 
appearance Richmond is more closely besieged now than 
it was before the late battles. Va. Bank notes command a 
premium of 10 to 15 per cent our Confederate notes. Wood sel-
ling at seven dollars ($7) a load. The depreciation 
of the currency and scarcity of labor make prices very high.
[transcription by the Valley of the Shadow project]
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1862 July 25 Chapel Hill, N.C.

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

Friday 25th  It has turned out a beautiful day–Liz left here this morning
for Oxford to put her brother Dan to school–She will have a long
ride 45 miles–She will reach there to night–& return tomorrow–
Sarah spent the morning in my room.  Her baggage has not yet ar-
-rived–Eliza received a long letter from Mr Mason today–He is attach
ed to General Winder’s Brigade–& is Major to the Artillery Ordnance
He is in Stone Wall Jackson’s army

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1862 July 25 Clarke County, Va.

[from the diary of Matthella Page Harrison as transcribed at a later date]

Friday July 25th

Bright beautiful morning.  No rain during the day.  Last Monday Jackson left Gordonsville for Madison Court House, en route for parts unknown.  I spent the evening at the Briars.  The Carters came today.

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1862 July 23-24 Camp on Farm at White House

                                                  Camp on Farm at White House
                                                     July 23d. 1862
I wrote you yesterday, my own darling wife, and although I have
no news of interest to disclose or any thought particularly bright
to communicate, yet because my heart is full of your dear image
and my memory constantly busy with tender recollections of you and
our sweet home, I am again gladly holding this, the only kind of commu-
nion I can have with you, dearest.  Yesterday I said to day was the an-
niversary of the day on which I last year met you and we rode together to Oak Hill.
Delightful beyond expressions, are the thrilling memories of that day that
stir my soul. It was the first time we had been together after I entered
the Army.  Although I have since that hour been with you three times
at home and once in Richmond, and although each time my heart has
drunk delicious draughts of happiness so that I cannot say one meeting
was more blessed and blissful than another, yet I shall delight to
keep these anniversaries, and as this the first one comes around
I dwell with joy on the particular incidents that marked it, and
recall with ecstacy your every tone and gesture and look.  I see
you now, darling, as you looked when I arrived, and we stood
folded in each others arms.  I enter the carriage with you and
the children, and I gaze into your dear eyes and kiss your sweet
lips, as you lean your head upon my shoulder and I encircle
your waist with my arm.  I remember the love that was so
full, so abundant, so overflowing it would refuse me nothing.
I am with you again at Oak Hill: we walk together through the
house that is very dear to me, and occupy the room that you and
I may call our bridal chamber.  We are together by the bedside
of our noble, generous, affectionate Christian brother.  May
not you and I darling so live and so die, that we may meet
him again “on that blessed shore, Where adieus and farewells
are sounds unknown”?  We stroll arm in arm beneath the
shade of the old oaks I have loved so long, and over the
lawn that was the scene of my boyish sports.   We
ride together through the farms and as we talk of

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the dangers to which I shall be exposed the tears are streaming
from your gentle eyes.  Our Heavenly Father has in mercy and com=-
-passion sheilded you and I to this hour.  Shall we not, darling, with
holy faith, trust him in the future?-Yea, even “though he slay
us, let us trust in him.” – If no other motive should impel us to
be true worshippers of the Almighty God, save gratitude for the
blessings he has showered on us, that is surely sufficient.
He, “out of the abundance of His tender mercies”, has poured the
oil of joy and gladness on our heads, and we should praise
Him with our hearts and our tongues.  And we returned from
Oak Hill to our own loved home, to that home to which my soul
travels each weary day that I am seperated from you, dear wife of
my youth.  When two days more have passed over it will be
five months since I stood on the threshold of that home.
How many long days must pass,–how many suns must
rise and set before I again, if ever, shall press with
my feet that loved spot, neither you nor I can tell.
But let us look forward & upward, darling, with con-
fidence that our God, if it be best, will bring us together
again under the roof that has sheltered us for so many
happy years.— This is not an interesting letter to send
you, darling, but it is the best I can do.  You will
wonder where the paper on which it is written (and very good
paper it is) comes from.  Know then it is a leaf from
a blank book in which Robert Tyler had pasted many
of his political essays.   The Yankees took it from
Dr. Tyler’s (Roberts brother’s) residence, & carried it to a hospital
about three miles from our camps.  We captured the Yankees,
107 in number, and thus the book fell into our hands.  My
love for Josie Y Mrs Riddle. Kiss the children for me.  A thousand tender
[ink stain]inging kisses for you, darling.  I take you close to my heart-& pray God to bless
& preserve & protect you & our dear children.  Yr. affec. husband, John T. Thornton

[in right hand margin of page one]
Thursday Morning, July 24th 1862.  I greet you this morning, my dear wife, with a long, long kiss of love.
Would that I could bend over you, as you lie asleep, and touch your eyelids with my lips, and as you wake and
open your arms to receive me I would fall into them and receive with joy the tender, gentle, loving caresses
you would bestow upon me. God bless you & watch over you & reunite you soon to your fond husband. J. T. Thornton

Lt. Col. John Thruston Thornton, 3rd Va. Cavalry, University of Virginia alumnus and father of future University of Virginia professor of engineering William Mynn Thornton

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1862 July 24 [Fort Albany]

                                             Thursday eve, July 24th

             Your letter and Miniature
I received this afternoon, in good condition.  I am very
much obliged to you for both, especially the miniature,
I think the likeness very good, and very prim.  I
think you look about the same as you did when I
was at home.  I do’nt see as you grow any fatter in the
face, Now if you will send Sissys I will try and
be satisfied for the present.  I want to see how the
little lady looks, I suppose she has grown so much
by this time, that I should hardly know her,
I am so sorry to hear that Ernie is not well,
What do you thin, Is it anything serious, please
let me know, if you think so, How long has he
been in that way, What does your Mother think of
it, let me know all about him as soon as you can,
You speak of what Fitzwilliam says of Col Greene,
I can assure you, that it is all true to the letter.
He is a regular “Old Betty” and likes a fancy Reg
much better than a fighting one,  He will come
out all right, at the end of the war, and he
knows very well, what he is about, you may
be sure,You say you will send me some Post-
age stamps, if I want them.  Well! Why in time
do’nt you send them. I have asked you to, in
my last letters, but have not received any.

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I do’nt bleive[sic] you got all of the letters that
I have written to you, I have sent you two
letters per week, almost ever since I have been
in Virginia.  I know for the last two months
that I have posted two to you every week,
If you have my letters, or, can remember, please
count them over and see how many, you
have received,  They are no great loss, I know,
if you do’nt get all of them, but then, I should
like to know if you get them, or somebody
else,  I and my friend Richardson, (He is a very strong
Universalist, by the way) have been out after Black-
berries, this afternoon  We were gone about an hour and
brought in five qts, besides eating almost as many more,
How I should like to have your Father here to go with
us someday. it beats all the places that I ever saw
for berries, the bushes are loaded down with them,
I believe that we could pick ten bushels, on a space
not half as big as your father’s field, and they are
high bush at that, and, as big as your thumb, (I’ll
swear to it)  I should like to hear the result of that “War Mee-
ting, that you  & your folks, had on the Common,  I
suppose there was some big talking, a quantity of
music, a good deal of blowing,and puffing, and that
was about all that it would amount to, I think that
Massachusetts people are about “played out” on this war.
There is too much of the “Niggar” question in them, but
I guess I wont say any more for hat I might condemn
myself—Please send me some Postage Stamps.

Take good card of yourself and keep yourself Looking
as well as your miniature does now, untill I come to you.
Kiss the children for me, and think all kinds of
good things for yourself–Yours in love
                                                             Robert

[letter of Robert, an unidentified soldier in the 1st Massachusetts Heavy Artillery]

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1862 July 24 near Gordonsville, Va.

                                       July 24th
                   Near Gordonsville
Dear Nell
                      It has been a long
time since I have written to any
of you. I did write to you once and
gave the letter to one of the Hurrican
Rifles to give to Mr Loeb who had
been up here and was going home,
but I was too late and about a
week after the letter was handed back
to me in a very dilapidated condition
so I had to bear it up.  A few days
after the battle around Richmond
commenced and I had no more time
to think of writing  until they were
over.  On account of my wound I could
not get in a very convenient position
for writing so I sent a message in a
letter which Ned Burruss wrote home
I suppose you will wonder  how I
got out here.   Sam and I not wanting
to go to a hospital and finding
Richmond too expensive applied
to Mr Haxall with whom Sam
and Ned Burruss were acquainted

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to know whether he could recommend
any place to us.  He was very kind,
said that he would invite us to his
farm which is in the neighborhood
but that his family was so large that
he could not accomodate us and
wrote to Dr. Jones the proprietor of
this place to know if he would receive
us. The answer being in the affirmative
we came out here as speedily as possible
and are now very pleasantly situated.
The family are as kind and attentive
as possible.  My wound is getting on
finely.  I can hobble about a little on
crutches and will be ready for service
again in two or three weeks. Sams
wound is getting  improving more slowly.  It was
a more severe wound than mine and
he was not in a good state of health
at the time.  Our regiment was en-
gaged in only two of the fights around
Richmond in the last of which Sam
and [I] received our wounds Our
company lost five killed and some
fifteen I think wounded.  Lieut Smith

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and his brother both of them splendid
fellows were killed none of the rrest
were particular friends of mine
We had an alarm here about ten
days ago about the Yankees.  They were
at Orange Court House about twelve
miles above here and were reported
to be advancing.  We had no troops
about here at the time except a few
cavalry. The people in the neighbor
hood took the alarm and were driving
sending off their negroes and stock
to more secure places. It proved to be
however only a marauding party of
cavalry and they did not come any
farther.  Since that time Jackson
has come up with his army and
is encamped in the neighborhood
We had a visit this morning from
Billy Ogden and Clarence Percy. Their
regiment is about a mile and a half
from here and hearing of their prox
imity I sent a note to Billy and
he came down to see us.  He was very
much surprised to find us here

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He is in fine health and has been
through all the fights in the valley
under Jackson and those around
Richmond without a scratch.  Do
you know where Uncle Ogdens
family are  did they leave New
Orleans when the Yanks captured
it or are they still there.  Billy did
not know anything about them.  He
rote me that Ab was captured at
Port Jackson, was paroled, and then
got married to the sister of his
former wife.  Tip, Fred and Edward
were at Vicksburg when las[t] heard
from.  I hope you were not uneasy
about me.  I would have let you know
my condition after the battle sooner
but I was at the hospital where
I was first carried for two days
before I could get word to anybody
and then Dr Hall was about telegraphing
a list of casualties and I thought
that would do.  Give much love to
Mother and Nettie and to the servants
Your affectionate brother
Horatio N. Smith



Horatio Smith, Co. D. 21st Mississippi to his sister of “Elmsley,” near Woodville, Miss.

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1862 July 24 Camp near Jumping Branch

[from the diary of James Dinsmore Templeton of the 23rd Ohio] 

This is for July 24



Guard mounting
after which I
wrote letters to
Abb Chidester, about
noon news that
Mrs Deed had prepared
a dinner for us
Several of the Lieuts
& we went out
had a good  dinner
& pleasant time
Parade this evening no
Drill
Played in the evening
Col Hayes is to leave
us so it is said
Lieut Stevens gets
the two Howitzers
Hear again that Bands
will be discharged
mostly clear warm


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1862 July 24 camp near Warrenton, Va.

[from the diary of Ephraim Wood of Co. C, 13th Massa chusetts]

           Thursday   July 24/62
            Pleasant
                            Worked all day
Received letters from Sophia
& John Howorth.
In the evening went about
a mile from the Town
and had a bath
Showery through the
night

[transcript by Mary Roy Dawson Edwards]

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1862 July 24 Staunton, Va.

[from the diary of Joseph Addison Waddell, civilian employee of the Quartermaster Dept.]

Thursday, July 24, 1862
No train up this evening — Yankees said to be prowl-
ing about the Railroad line. 
[transcript by the Valley of the Shadow Project]
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