27 March 1863: “It has been charged by both the ignorant and the evil-disposed against the people of our faith, that the Israelite does not fight in the battles of his country!”

Item description: This pamphlet contains a sermon delivered by Reverend M. J. Michelbacher of the Beth Ahabah Synagogue in Richmond, Virginia. In it he refutes claims that the Jewish people of the South are not actively supporting the Confederate cause and argues against charges of hoarding and speculation.

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A
SERMON
DELIVERED
On the Day of Prayer, Recommended by the President of
the C. S. of A., the 27th of March, 1863,

AT THE
GERMAN HEBREW SYNAGOGUE, “BAYTH AHABAH,”

BY THE
REV. M. J. MICHELBACHER.
RICHMOND:
MACFARLANE & FERGUSSON.
1863.

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SERMON.

Nehemiah III. 33, to V. 13, inclusive.

BRETHREN OF THE HOUSE OF ISRAEL: It is due to you, to whom I always speak of your faults, without fear, favour or affection, to say, I have carefully investigated your conduct from the commencement of this war to the present time, and I am happy in coming to the unbiassed conclusion, that you have fulfilled your duties as good citizens and as men, who love their country. It has been charged by both the ignorant and the evil-disposed against the people of our faith, that the Israelite does not fight in the battles of his country! All history attests the untruthfulness of this ungracious charge, generated in the cowardly hearts and born between the hypocritical lips of ungenerous and prejudiced foes. The Israelite has never failed to defend the soil of his birth, or the land of his adoption– the Emperors of France and Russia will bear evidence to the verity of this assertion. In respect to those Israelites who are now in the army of the Confederate States, I will merely say, that their patriotism and valor have never been doubted by such men as have the magnanimous souls of Lee, Johnston, Jackson and others of like manhood. The recorded votes and acts of the Israelites of this Confederacy, amply prove their devotion to the support of its Government. They well understand their duties as citizens and soldiers, and the young men do not require the persuasion of conscription to convert them into soldiers, to defend, as they verily believe, the only free government in North America. Many of our young men have been crippled for life, or slain upon the field of battle, in the service of the Confederate States, and there are several thousands yet coursing the campaigns of war against those enemies of our Confederacy, who are as detestable to them, as were the Philistines to David and his countrymen.
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The humanity and providence of the Israelite for the distressed families of the soldiers of our army, have allayed the pangs of poverty and brought comfort to households, wherein before were only seen hopelessness and misery. In this you have performed your duties as Israelites and as citizens–and, for this, may the God of our fathers shower upon you all the blessings which He confers upon His favorite children!

There is another cry heard, and it was even repeated in the Halls of Congress, that the Israelite is oppressing the people– that he is engaged in the great sin of speculating and extorting in the bread and meat of the land. To discover the character of this accusation, I have made due inquiry–the information I have acquired upon this head, from sources that extend from the Potomac to the Rio Grande, plainly present the fact, that the Israelites are not speculators nor extortioners. As traders and as merchants, they buy merchandise and sell the same immediately; the merchandize is never put aside, or hoarded to enhance its value, by withdrawing it from the market. Flour, meal, wheat, corn, bacon, beef, coal and wood are hardly ever found in the mercantile magazines or storehouses of the Israelite–he buys some of these articles for his own consumption, but he buys none of them to sell again–he does not extort–it is obvious to the most obtuse mind that the high prices of the Israelite would drive all his customers into the stores of his Christian neighbours; but is such the effect of the price of the Israelite’s goods?

The peculiar characteristic of the Jewish merchant is seen in his undelayed, rapid and instant sales; his temperament does not allow him, by hoarding his goods, to risk time with his money, which, with him, is as restless as the waves of the sea that bears the ships that convey the manufactured goods of his customers. I thank God, that my investigation has proved to me that the cry against the Jew is a false one–this cry, though cunningly devised after the most approved model of villainy, will not subserve the base and unjust purpose of hindering the virtuous indignation of a suffering people, from tracing the true path of the extortioner, and awarding to him who deals in the miseries, life and blood of our fellow-citizens, that punishment…

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Item citation: Michelbacher, M. J. (Maximilian J.), 1811?-1879. A sermon delivered on the day of prayer recommended by the President of the C.S. of A. : the 27th of March, 1863, at the German Hebrew synagogue Bayth Ahabah. Richmond : Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1863. 4169 Conf. Rare Book Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

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26 March 1863: “Ah what changes since then…”

Item description: In this diary entry, 26 March 1863, Daniel Coleman, of Athens, Ala., marked the second anniversary of his enlistment at Fort Morgan with a nod to the casualties. He was commissioned into the 33rd Alabama Infantry as a captain.

Item citation: in folder 1 of the D. Coleman Diary #3317-z, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item transcription:

Thursday March 26th

The anniversary of my enlistment in the C.S. service which was two years ago today at Ft. Morgan — Ah what changes since then — How many of those noble boys have gone from this to another world –

Acting officer of the guard today

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25 March 1863: “… I have full permission to marry from Mr. Castin I don’t like to have to beg but when I know it is my own owner from whom I am asking these favors it prompts me to do so…”

Item Description:  Letter, dated 25 March 1863, written by a slave named “Jimmey” working for the DeRosset family in an office in Wilmington, N.C., stating that his owner has given him permission to marry. ”Jimmey” is James W. Telfair, Jr. (born in 1837), who later became a reverend at St. Stephen’s A.M.E. Church in Wilmington, N.C.  This information was found in a document on the Telfair House, a historic home in Wilmington, N.C.

Item Citation:  25 March 1863 letter from folder 56, in the DeRosset Family Papers #214Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item Transcription:

Wilmington N.C. March 25/63
 
My kind + affectionate mistress
I hope these few lines may find you well also Miss Catherine and the rest of the family I received the note you sent me and I have full permission to marry from Mr. Castin I don’t like to have to beg but when I know it is my own owner from whom I am asking these favors it prompts me to do so + therefore I hope Miss Lizzie you will not look upon it hard I want to ask you please mam to send me some money to try to get something deasent to get married in May if nothing happens to prevent the Yankees don’t bother now Miss Lizzie I have an eye to the time I know the times is hard + have bin waiting for this time to pass but the Lord knows best most all my time is taken up at the office + can’t make much tho they are very kind to me at the office give me plenty to eat I can find no fault at all I hope you and all will be able to return home soon in peace + safety I will try + be faithfull to you until you come home again the Reason why I write to you for some money so soon is because I want to look around + see what I can get Aunt Julia + aunt Bella sends their love to all alls well I would of wrote you a longer letter but I have bin making envelopes at the office so late to night that I must close goodnight My Dear mistress May the lord of host be with us and the God of Jacob be our Refuge
 
From your affectionate Servant
Jimmey
 
Miss E A DeRosset
 

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24 March 1863: “To-day the lines have been open, and the women of the suburbs have been thronging into town to buy a little sugar, coffee, snuff, &c., especially snuff.”

Item description: Published letter, dated 24 March 1863, written by Corporal Zenas T. Haines, Company D, 44th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment. The letter is an excerpt from Haines’ account, Letters from the Forty-Fourth Regiment M.V.M.: A Record of the Experience of a Nine Months’ Regiment in the Department of North Carolina in 1862-3 (published in Boston in 1863).

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Item citation: From, Letters from the Forty-Fourth Regiment M.V.M.: A Record of the Experience of a Nine Months’ Regiment in the Department of North Carolina in 1862-3, by Zenas T. Haines, Boston: Printed at the Herald Job Office, 1863. Catalog Number: C970.742 H15, North Carolina Collection, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item transcription:

Washington, N.C., March 24, 1863.

We are not much in love with this Washington, N.C. It seems too much like “some banquet hall deserted.” We suspect it of insalubrity. We don’t like “the folks.” We shall be glad when we strike tents. But while we remain here we propose to avail ourselves of all mitigating circumstances. Last evening, John Smith, banjoist, came to our quarters at the Pamlee mansion. His instrument was made of an old sieve and a pine stick, but in volume and sweetness of tone, I don’t remember to have heard it surpassed. Of course it set all the niggers to dancing, especially our old friend and favorite, West Williams, who earned new laurels in the light fantastic. John Smith, besides being a splendid banjoist, has a voice like a robin.

To-day the lines have been open, and the women of the suburbs have been thronging into town to buy a little sugar, coffee, snuff, &c., especially snuff. Our friend Grist has at last been permitted to go outside the lines. He doesn’t attempt to disguise a degree of sympathy with the Southern cause, but his outward conduct towards us has been gentlemanly.

Contrabands report a large rebel force (seven thousand) within seven miles of Washington, one day last week; and that they were restrained from advancing on the place by hearing that the garrison was reinforced. If this is true, “the object of the expedition is accomplished,” and we may expect to return to Newbern very soon. One of the officers of the permanent garrison here has taken a Southern woman for a wife. They are our next door neighbors. As we see them together, planting flowers in the door-yard, we fancy we might become reconciled even to Washington, N.C., under such circumstances. There is  a call now upon the gardening skill of the regiment, and some of the boys have voluntarily ornamented the vicinity of their shelter-tents with plants in full bloom.

Washington, N.C., in its palmy days, is described as “a hard old place.” It was a slave market of some consequence, and the population consumed a good deal of “ardent spirits,” according to the authority of a venerable “aunty” who lives in a cabin attached to our quarters. Street duels were a common affair. An election was considered tame without two or three attendant rows and stabbings. The poor white people left behind here, and even those of respectable appearance, are unable to read or write. They considered it unlawful to send their children to school – so says a decent looking woman whose husband is an unwilling soldier in the rebel army. The more we learn of the despicable social condition of the South, the stronger appears the need of the purification which, in the Providence of God, comes of the fire and the sword.

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23 March 1863: “…I was very much pleased with Lieut. Flournoy, found him very agreeable, though his attentions were much confined to Julia.”

Item description: Entry, 23 March 1863, from the diary of Sarah Lois Wadley.

More about Sarah Lois Wadley:
Sarah Lois Wadley was born in 1844 in New Hampshire, the daughter of railroad superintendent William Morrill Wadley (1813-1882) and Rebecca Barnard Everingham Wadley (1819-1905). Although born in New England, she appears to have been raised in the South, and lived with her family in homes near Amite in Tangipahoa Parish, Monroe and Oakland in Ouachita Parish, La., and near Macon, Ga. Sarah Lois Wadley died unmarried in Monroe County, Ga., in 1920.

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Item citation: From the Sarah Lois Wadley Papers, #1258Southern Historical Collection,Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item transcription:

March 23rd 1863.– I have at last paid my long promised visit to the Bayou. Last Monday Willie drove me to Mrs. Willson’s, and leaving me there, went on to Bastrop. I was a little anxious about my welcome, for I had not seen any of them for several months, and I was not quite sure how they would receive me, but they all welcomed me very warmly indeed, I had intended to return on Tuesday with Willie, but Mrs. Willson and her daughter insisted that I should not, and I found them so agreeable that I consented to prolong my visit until Thursday morning. I will write an exact account of every day, for I have an hour before school-time and I feel quite like writing.

Monday afternoon Miss Julia Willson, Miss Tabitha Scarborough and I went to ride on horseback, we had a delightful ride along the side of the bayou, which is now very high, but oh, how I missed my dear little Mollie as soon as I mounted it seemed so natural to give her the rein and say “get up Mollie”, but instead of her charming galop [sic] my pony paced along very quietly and pleasantly.

We rode about four miles to an Indian mound where we dismounted, tied our horses and ascended the mound, it is situated just at the mouth of bayou de Leard, and we could look down the river some distance. The water looked still and beautiful in the light of the setting sun, over the narrow neck of land just opposite we could see the overflow, a watery expanse, stretching away as far as the eye could reach, it is the plantation of Mr. Goodrich and his house is just opposite the mound. He sent over a flat for us, and we went over to his house for a few moments, here we saw Mrs. Scarborough, who was spending a few days there. Crossing over again, we rode home, did not reach there till it was quite dark, on dismounting from our horses we were met by Dr. Strother, he greeted me warmly as “Miss Sarah”. Tabitha and I exchanged glances, I had just said that evening that I liked to be called “Miss Wadley” by new acquaintances. Dr. Cummings and Mr. Shields were in the house, they took tea and spent the evening. I found their company quite pleasant, I do not like Dr. Cummings much, nor do I think him handsome, perhaps I expect too much from him, but there is an expression of effeminacy and indolence about his mouth that I cannot like. We did not leave the parlour until twelve o’clock that night; the gentlemen remained at Mrs. Willson’s and had a great deer hunt the next day.

Tuesday Julia, Tabitha, and I went into Monroe. We called at Mrs. Judge Bry’s saw Mrs. Mason, she has the most emaciated form, and deathly expression I ever saw on any face. We dined at Mrs. Stevens’.

There was a meeting of the D. D. D’s (a young ladies’ company in Monroe) in the afternoon, after which we went home to Mrs. Willson’s. While were disrobing we heard the voices of Judge Scarborough and Mr. Shields in the hall below, they had just returned from the hunt; we soon descended and heard all the particulars, how they had been several times nearly mired up in the woods, how the party had become separated, and, lastly, how Mr. Shields had seen ten deer and shot several times–without killing one. About half past seven or eight the two doctors arrived, in wofull [sic] plight, and without having had any better success than the others, they soon left for town, but Mr. Shields remained all night.

Wednesday morning we spent quietly at home, I taught Tabitha and Agnes Willson how to nett, they were both very much pleased with the work. In the evening we rode on horseback again, we went through some beautiful woods, where beneath the gray moss which hung from all the old trees, there were many beautiful dogwoods and haw trees, and some jasmines and honeysuckles in full bloom. We gathered some for Mrs. Willson, who is passionately fond of flowers, but these flat woods cannot compare with my beautiful hills.

We returned from our ride very much fatigued, and putting on our calico dresses went into the parlour where I threw myself on one of the sofas which stood invitingly near and the others established themselves comfortably in some arm chairs around, in a few minutes Mrs. Willson and Julia drew up the card table, and insisted that I should join them in a game. I do not like cards, and am perfectly ignorant of the science of playing, but I was obliged to take my seat at the table, we had just commenced playing when we heard a knock at the door, and soon the servant brought up word that several gentlemen were in the hall, this of course created quite a confusion; Mrs. Willson went down and received them, soon they were ushered in and I was introduced to Lieuts. Cobb and Flournoy and Capt. Martin. The evening passed very pleasantly, I was very much pleased with Lieut. Flournoy, found him very agreeable, though his attentions were much confined to Julia.

The gentlemen left late, and my head was not laid on the pillow till one o’clock again.

Thursday morning we went in to Mrs. Stevens. Soon after I arrived there, a steamboat came up with a band of music on board, and was received with shouts of joy. We could not imagine what produced so much excitement,–Mary was not at home, Mrs. Stevens said I must go up on the balcony upstairs, I was reluctant to do so as there was a wounded soldier up there, but she insisted, and I followed her. Lieut. Lacy was on the piazza, his leg supported on a chair, he was all afire with excitement at hearing the martial music. We soon found that all the music and excitement was caused by the fact that Gen. Price was on board; Mary soon returned, and we were all talking about the boat when Mr. Wade and Dr. Cummings came over to see her pass up, we went out on the Piazza and the doctor pointed out the Gen’l to us, he waved his hand very politely. Dr. Cummings told us that Julia and Tabitha went on board with him, and were introduced to the Gen. and his son.

In the afternoon Mary and I took a delightful walk up the river bank, it was just about sunset, and the river was beautiful, the banks too looked so green and all the trees were clothed in the soft verdure of Spring, Mary and I were filled with calm, happy delight, we better acquainted in that one short walk than we would in days of indoor life. I like Mary very much, she is so good in her family, and yet she is by no means dull, as some very good people are.

On our way home we stopped at Mrs. McGuire’s, Mary’s great Aunt, and saw some beautiful flowers. Mr. Ray came in while we were there, he enquired after Father, as every one did who saw me.

Mary and I had quite a race home, and in consequence our dress was somewhat disarranged, my hair was all down, and we remarked while smoothing our hair that we hoped no one would come in during the evening, as we did not feel like dressing. “Come” said Mary, “It is so warm let’s go out on the gallery” “Oh, Yes” I said, and we went out into the hall, who should we see but Dr. Strother standing quietly in the door. I think he must have heard our conversation, for we spoke in quite a loud tone of voice, at first sight of him we stood still in surprise, and then we all three laughed, of course an evening thus commenced could not but be spent agreeably, the doctor stayed till quite late, I was very much pleased with him, he has such frank, pleasant manners, and converses so agreeably.

Friday Miss Sarah Garrett spent the day at Mrs. Stevens’, just as we were rising from the table Mrs. Knox came up to visit Mrs. Stevens, her horses had run away about two miles from Monroe, and could not be stopped until just as they were dashing into the livery stable, they were caught by the keeper; Miss Knox, her daughter, came up soon after, she had been riding on horseback, and was much frightened about her Mother.

Friday evening was spent very pleasantly in conversation and singing. We walked out on the river bank after supper, the sky was bright with stars which were reflected in the glassy surface of the waters, while a house on the opposite bank was brightly reflected with all it’s [sic] lights, and seemed to the excited imagination a beautiful palace on the shore of some peaceful lake.

Saturday Mary and I went out to make some purchases, intending to go down to Major Bry’s afterwards. but we met him and he told us that his little grandchild had died that morning, and that he was just making preparations for it’s [sic] burial, so of course we did not go.

We called at Mrs. Wade’s, spent a very pleasant hour in her company. And then about twelve o’clock, Mary, Miss Knox and I went to Mrs. Garrett’s, where we met Miss Fanny Hardy, and at dinner Col. Bartlett (the Commander of this post who supersedes Gen. Blanchard) and Capt. Thomas.

Miss Hardy is a very pretty young lady, very much like Mrs. Drake in her manners. In the afternoon we were sitting in the parlour when Mrs. Garrett’s little son came in and whispered to his Mother, “Mr. Wm. Wadley has come”, I did not hear what he said, but I did hear Mrs. Garrett when she exclaimed “Miss Wadley, your Pa has come”. I bounded to the door, all agitation and delight, what was my disappointment when I saw Willie instead of Father; he said he did not wish to hurry me, but we would not have time to got home if we did not leave soon, so we took leave of Mrs. Garrett and returned to Mrs. Stevens’ immediately.

Here I found a most beautiful bouquet which Mrs. Wade had sent me.

I bade all goodbye, and left after obtaining a promise from Mary that she would come and spend a week with me as soon as Miss Knox left her. I had passed my week very pleasantly and gaily, but I was glad to be at home again, and see all the loved ones around me.

And Oh how beautiful my dear old hills look to me, all clad in the soft verdure of spring, how dear this Oakland is to me, almost as dear as our old home, from the west windows of the hall the prospect is perfectly beautiful. I ask no other happiness than such a home as this, surrounded by my loved ones, and feeling the pure joy of a heart and conscience at peace with God and the world.

Sunday I was very much fatigued and had a bad head ache in consequence of the late hours and excitement of the past week. Mother, Willie and Eva went to Church, and I spent the greater part of the morning in reading and resting. About one o’clock Johnny Davis and Berk Seale rode up, they remained until the afternoon. Johnny Davis said he was going to Vicksburg on Monday and would take any letters I had to send. I wrote to Father and to Miss Valeria; I had just received a letter from Miss Valeria Saturday morning, I know she will be surprised to get an answer so soon.

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22 March 1863: “The successful running the blocade has given a great deal of wealth to some people…”

Item Description: Entry, dated 22 March 1863, from Margaret Ann “Meta” Grimball’s diary describing the effect of blockade running on the local economy.  Grimball notes that her husband has sold his slaves, but remains in debt.

From the Margaret Ann Meta Morris Grimball Diary, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item Transcription (begins on line 11 of above page):

March 22

The successful running the blocade has given a great deal of wealth to some people and there is considerable activity in the selling negroes & City property. Mr Grimball has sold his negroes 48 to Mr G. Trenholm for eight hundred & twenty round some were old & some inferior & some very small children. They all went together & to a kind master which we are very thankful for. I wish he could sell the Plantations too and pay his debts & then get a little farm the desire of his heart. Property has been selling very well.

More about this item: Margaret Ann “Meta” Morris Grimball was the wife of John Berkley Grimball (1800-1892), rice planter of Saint Paul’s Parish in the Colleton District of South Carolina.

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21 March 1863: “Her bondage, if such it can be called, sits lightly upon her; but she has no sympathy for rebels…”

Item description: Published letter, dated 21 March 1863, written by Corporal Zenas T. Haines, Company D, 44th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment. The letter is an excerpt from Haines’ account, Letters from the Forty-Fourth Regiment M.V.M.: A Record of the Experience of a Nine Months’ Regiment in the Department of North Carolina in 1862-3 (published in Boston in 1863).

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Item citation: From, Letters from the Forty-Fourth Regiment M.V.M.: A Record of the Experience of a Nine Months’ Regiment in the Department of North Carolina in 1862-3, by Zenas T. Haines, Boston: Printed at the Herald Job Office, 1863. Catalog Number: C970.742 H15, North Carolina Collection, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item transcription:

March 21.

Last night the Thespians of the 27th Regiment performed “The Irish Tutor” and “Michael Earle.” They have fitted up a little theatre, and furnished it with an act drop, scenery, &c., of their own painting. Our own dramatic corps are quite unhappy to find Washington without a suitable opera house. It is proposed when we get back to Newbern to produce Dr. Jones’s “Solon Shingle,” if the public demand for more opera is not too clamorous. The musical world will be glad to know that the organs of our principal singers are as yet unaffected by the severe trials of picket duty; a fact the more noticeable, perhaps, considering that those organs have not been lubricated with whisky rations from first to last of our severe trials as soldiers. It won’t do for soldiers to murmur in public, but you can fancy our feelings! It is assumed by our naval men here that the rebels have two gunboats up the Tar River. This is probably correct. The building of a gunboat at Tarboro’ was among the supposed reasons for our attempted expedition to that place last November. Very little fear of them, however, exists. It is imagined by some that the rebels will come down upon this place in scows. That route would please us. We find the colored population here quite fearful of an attack, and many of them with their effects packed up preparatory to a hurried removal to boats. Among these is Henrietta, a very nice young woman, the slave of a Unionist, who cooks excellent dinners for a few of us hungry fellows, in a snug, white-washed cabin at the east end of the town. Henrietta is a neat, intelligent and lady-like as the average of white women. Her bondage, if such it can be called, sits lightly upon her; but she has no sympathy for rebels, and like many others here, severely denounces the suttlers who, for the sake of making money, furnish the secessionists of this region with food and clothing. Henrietta rejoices in the possession of this region with food and clothing. Henrietta rejoices in the possession of an excellent cow, a rara avis in North Carolina. The peach trees in her garden have put on their pink dresses, and the robins, wooed by their fragrance, are trapped and murdered by Henrietta for her table. I caught the lady in this slaughtering business, and found her a little nervous about the law touching her case.

A party of us strayed into the old town hall to-day. The official papers and books were strewn all over the building without the slightest appearance of any attempt at preservation or order. While wandering through the maze, and officer attached to the permanent garrison of the place appeared before us, and sharply ordered us away from the premises. We course obeyed, but thought his exercise of authority was in poor keeping with the utter neglect and destruction which had already been allowed to mark the building and its contents.

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20 March 1863: “…will you do me the favor to have the boy placed in jail before he is aware that the Dr. doesn’t get him, or I fear he will run off before I can get him.”

Item Description:  Letter, dated 20 March 1863, from T. George Walton to O. Bartlett, Esq., relating to the sale of a slave and the seller’s refusal to accept Confederate money.

Item Citation: 20 March 1863 letter from folder 151, in the Lenoir Family Papers #426, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item Transcription:  

Morganton
Mar 20th 1863.
O. Bartlett Esqr
 
Dear Sir,
My Brother when in your place made a conditional sale of my boy Frank to Dr. Craton, I am not willing to take in payment for him confederate money as I cannot loan it, but am willing to take such a note as you will approve of or Bank bills, if Dr. Craton should decline doing this will you do me the favor to have the boy placed in jail before he is aware that the Dr. doesn’t get him, or I fear he will run off before I can get him. I enclose a bill of sale to be given to the Dr. in the event he complies with my terms. I shall be happy to attend to anything you may want done up this way so as in some sort to cancel the many kind favors you have done.
 
Yr obliged & obt servant
T. Geo. Walton
 
Please retain the note or money until some safe opportunity presents for sending it.
T.G.W.
 

 

 

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19 March 1863: “It makes a man feel strong to know that he is all the world to somebody”

Item Description: Letter,19 March 1863, from Charles W. Hill, serving with the 5th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry in New Bern, N.C., to his wife Martha Hill in West Medway, Mass. Letter mentions military movements of his regiment and brigade, dislike of a superior officer’s mishandling of soldiers’ pay, a conversation with Confederate General J. Johnston Pettigrew’s servant who had recently escaped, and general morale.

Item Citation: From folder 63 of the Federal Solders’ Letters #3185Southern Historical Collection, The Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item Transcription:

Dear Martha

I wrote you

Last Monday and sent by Charles

Lorry which I presume you have

received by this time.  Lorry was

a happy boy when he found he was

about to get his discharge.  I do not

think he was well neither do

I think he was as unwell as he

seemed to be.  I think you will

find him about the same Chas

Lorry that he used to be.

I sent by him a book which I have

Had ever since we went to Hamilton

& Williamston or rather the Chaplin

has kept it for me a good part of

the time.  It got somewhat dam-

aged while I was in camp but I

thought you would value it as a relic

from “Dixie.”  I sent all my old letters

but three.  I couldn’t bear to be without

any.  I have changed somewhat since

I have been here about reading

letters over the second time. Some

Of yours have been read a great many

times.

I wrote you how surely the Rebs

had been here. We feel quite im-

posed upon. It has been “all quiet

on the Neuse” since I wrote. What

their object in making the attack

was I do not know, unless it was

to surprise and capture the camp

across the river.

The brigade to which the 44th belong

have been sent to Washington N.C.

and were to march back. There

is a rumour today that they have

had a fight but it is not yet con-

firmed. The brigade to which our

Reg belongs have been ordered to

Plymouth to throw up breastworks.

The 25th have gone. Went last night.

Our Reg will not go. I understand as

it is necessary to have a reg where our

camp is and ours is already there.

I am rather glad as I do not like

Plymouth very well. And if the reg

were going I presume I should be call-

ed in, while if they stay here I shall

not be. I think on the whole I like

“down town” full as well as I should

in camp, although I should go back

cheerfully if called for. I have been

here longer now than I expected to

be when I first came.  It will be

two months tomorrow since we were

detailed.              I do not have a very

great respect for Mr. Means as a

man. Although of course I respect

him as my superior in position.

I find he has two sides. A very

selfish heart. Still he has always

been kind and pleasant to me.

You will notice that the new

conscription law cuts off the extra

pay of detailed men. I am afraid

through Mr Means indifferent careless

mess that we shall not get what

would be due us for our time before

the law passed. He should have our

names entered with the Quarter Master

I presume he will put it off until too

late. Still At the same pay I rather

be here than with the reg. Still I

want what is due me if I can get it.

This is to you I do not say it here.

I saw and had quite a talk with

Gen. Pettigrew’s servant yesterday. He

made his escape last Sunday.

He says he has been with the Gen

ever since the war broke out. Was quite

an intelligent negro said he could

read and write some. Said he heard

them talk about attacking Newbern

didn’t know why they didn’t, thinks

they got frightened from him. I got

the confederate note you will find

in this letter. So much to remember

Gen Pettigrew by.           A mail has

arrived from New York this eve but

we have not got our letters yet. If I do

not get one from you I shall be disappointed

I am afraid we shall not get them brought

It is rather hard waiting when we know a

mail is in. I will write no more tonight

hope to get time to add more tomorrow. The

mail goes Saturday I could fill a good many

sheets if I had time Good night to you all

From your own “Johnny” (C W Hill)

I want to see you very

much but I think it  the

wisest way is just [feel?]

that it can not be now and

wait patiently for the time

to come. Let us each

cheerfully do the work

before us whatever it may

be and the time will

not seem long I love to

feel as I always have been

able to that I can rely

[?] on your love and

regard what ever others

may think or say.

It makes a man feel

strong to know that

he is all the world  to

somebody But I must

stop goodnight Charles

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18 March 1863: “…Be not troubled with any of my relatives as they have no reason & will give you a great deal of annoyance if you listen to all their wants.”

Item description: In this letter, 18 March 1863, James Cathcart Johnston, a planter in eastern North Carolina, wrote to his friend Mr. Henry J. Futrell about a shipment of tools that he would convey via a third party. Clandestine movement of people and goods were part and parcel of day given the competing conscription agents and lawless buffaloes in and around Plymouth, N.C. Johnston also noted with disgust the ineptitude and disloyalty of his nephew who had fled from Hayes plantation for Lynchburg with his family for the third time.

Item citation: From the Hayes Collection #324, Southern Historical Collection, The Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item citation: from folder ?? in the Hayes Collection, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Item transcription:

63_Mar 18

Futrell

[March 18/63

Important]

Hayes 18th March 1863_

W Futrell

Dear Sir

The articles I sent to Norfolk for & which I have been waiting for six weeks arrived here last night & I send them off this morning by express to Mr Noah White about 10 or 12 miles below Plymouth  it will be a little further for you to send but I could not send to W Poole because the boats that go over are seized & I have nobody at Plymouth to whose care I could send them  Mr White is a very careful & worthy man who will take good care of the articles sent over which are 1 doz long handle shovels, 3 ½ doz mop hooks, 10 lb of cotton cards. these were the best three or four more were so much abused by rats & exposure that were not worth sending. 3 raw hide by condition in which you find them you may judge of the management of Mr James C. Johnston Jr of my of my affairs at this place in my absence and during my sickness he left here Monday morning with his wife and family for Lynchburg altho I had a violent ague the night before but I got up next morning before day & wrote two or three letters by candle light & they left at 7 o’clock I am sorry you have had so much trouble in sending them about for it was no arrangement of mine This is the third trip that Mr Johnston has made to Lynchburg & it will be the last fr this place if they call on for conveyance again Dont give yourself any trouble with them for I have done with them forever and be not troubled with any of my relatives as they have no reason & will give you a great deal of annoyance if you listen to all their wants if any body applies to you for any corn tell them that the Government has taken away all the corn you had to spare. I wrote you a long letter by Mr Cherry which I hope you have recd I dispatch this in haste as the hands & boat are waiting for it. My remembrance & regard to Mrs Futrell I ?? I send up to are very light and could be carried in my baggage wagon. You can therefore put in as much flour as the wagon can conveniently carry and get Capt Garibaldo to come down with Tom if he can I don’t think he need to fear the Buffaloes at Plymouth or the Conscription on the road he might say was engaged in attending to business of my farm or any lye he please for lying now is not ?? but he who can tell the biggest is the cleverest fellow. I have written to Mr. White to write to you & direct the way, to his house.

Truly your friend

Ja C. Johnston

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