I was in Richmond at my husband’s side when Dahlgren’s raid was made. Early one morning the cry of danger came. We were still at breakfast, when Senator Henry, of Tennessee, hurried in. “No Senate to-day, Clay!” he cried. “A big force of the enemy is at Lyons’s, and every man in the city is needed! Arm yourself, and come on!” and he hastened on his way to warn others. Members of Congress shouldered guns, where they could get them, and mounted guard around the capital. They were an untrained mass, but they came back victors and deliverers of the city.
The armies having gone into winter quarters, as the close of Mr. Clay’s Senatorial career in Richmond drew near, he seriously contemplated1 a period of needed rest from public duties. Bent2 upon this, he declined a judgeship in the Military Court, which had been pressed upon him by Mr. Davis. We dallied3 with enticing4 invitations that reached us from Florida, and planned what was to be a veritable vacation at last, together.
“Mr. Yulee is delighted with the hope of seeing you!” wrote the lovely chatelaine of “Homosassa.” “He will fish with Mr. Clay, and we will do the same! Just think how good oysters5 will be in these sad times! Do come, dear Mr. and Mrs. Clay, just as soon as Congress adjourns6! My dear sister, Mrs. Holt, had a tender and sincere affection for you....”
The prospect7 of a visit to that lovely retreat, built upon an island, deep in the green glades8 of Florida and 204far away from the political and martial9 strife10 of the intervening States, was very tempting11 to my wearied husband, a true lover of woods and trees and the sweet solitudes12 of a bucolic13 life; but we were destined14 not to enjoy it. Early in the spring of ’4, Mr. Clay felt it his duty to accept the high responsibility of a diplomatic mission to Canada, with a view to arousing in the public mind of this nearby British territory a sympathy for our cause and country that should induce a suspension of hostilities15. Despite the failure of our representatives in European countries to rouse apathetic16 kings and dilly-dallying emperors to come to our aid, it was hard for us to believe that our courage would not be rewarded at length by some powerful succour, or yielding.
“I send you my speech,” wrote dear Lamar to me from his sick-bed in Oxford18, Georgia, so late as June,’64. “The views presented in reference to Louis Napoleon may strike you as at variance19 with some of the acts, in which his Imperial Highness has done some very uncivil things in a very civil way. But his sympathy is with us. It is his policy to frighten the Yankees into acquiescence20 in his Mexican enterprise, and he no doubt would be glad to give French neutrality in American affairs for Yankee neutrality in Mexican affairs. In this he will fail, and he will sooner or later find his policy and inclinations21 jump together. After all, the British people are more friendly to us than all the world besides, outside of the [question of] Southern Confederacy. This friendship, like most national friendships, is mixed up with a large part of alloy22, fear of the Yankees forming the base. But respect for the South and admiration23 of her position is the pure metal, and there is enough of it to make their good-will valuable to us.”
So thought many of our noblest statesmen, when, early in the Spring, Mr. Clay started on his way through our blockaded coast for Canada. “I earnestly desire that 205his services may prove effectual in securing a permanent peace to our bleeding country; that his efforts may be recorded as one of the brightest pages in its history,” wrote one; and from every quarter Mr. Clay and his companions were followed by the prayers of a people, wrung24 from hearts agonised by our long, exhausting strife. When the parting came, the shadow of impending25 evil fell so blackly upon my soul, I hastened away from disturbed Petersburg, accompanied by my faithful maid, Emily, and her child, determined26 to act upon Mr. Clay’s suggestion and seek my kin17 in Georgia. Petersburg was in the greatest confusion, guns resounding27 in every direction. Our dear Aunt Dollie Walker, the saint, whose faith (her Bishop28 said) had kept Episcopalianism alive in Virginia through those troublous times, told us in after days of having been literally29 chased up the streets by cannon30 balls. It was one of the best cities in the Confederacy at that period to get away from.
I began my journey southward, pausing a day or two at Danville; but, fearing each moment to hear news of the appearance of impeding31 armies, blocking my way through the Carolinas, I hastened on. The news from the capital which reached us while in Petersburg had been of the worst.
“You have no idea of the intense excitement,” wrote my sister. “I am so nervous I know not what to write! No one goes to bed here at night. For several nights past no one could have slept for the confusion and noise. The city has been in a perfect uproar32 for a week. We have heard firing in two directions all the morning, on the Brook33 Turnpike and at Drewry’s Bluff34. The wounded are being brought into the city in great numbers. General Walker is wounded! Poor General Stafford’s death cast a gloom over the city. I went with Mr. Davis to his funeral, and carried flowers!... General Benning is wounded, and Colonel Lamar, our dear L. Q. C.’s 206brother, also.... At the wedding” [of Miss Lyons] “you never saw such disorder35 in God’s house before in your life. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Mallory and Mrs. Most-everybody-else, stood up in the pews, and you could not hear one word of the service for the noise. Mr. Davis was there—Mrs. Chestnut36 sat with me. She is going home very soon, so the Colonel told me. He said it was impossible for her to remain in Richmond with nothing to eat!”
To my sister’s panorama37 of horrors, our brother, who was stationed in Richmond, added a masculine picture.
“The enemy press us sorely with powerful forces of cavalry38 and infantry,” he wrote. “The former cut off our communications everywhere, hoping to reduce Lee to starvation, and the presence of the latter keeps from him reinforcements that otherwise would be promptly39 sent. We have lost severely40 around the city. General Stuart was shot by a Yankee soldier who fired upon him at ten paces as he galloped41 past him. He died last night, about twenty-eight hours after he received the wound. Brigadier General Gordon, also of the cavalry, had his arm shattered yesterday above the elbow, and ’tis said will probably have to suffer amputation42. Mr. Randolph, the ‘Sir Anthony Absolute’ of your play, was wounded yesterday in the shoulder and thigh43, and will lose the limb to-day. All the clerks of the office are in the intrenchments and no work goes on!”
Upon learning of my determination to push on to Georgia, our sister put away her anxiety and grew facetious44 at my expense. “I am inclined to think you are a great coward,” she wrote. “Why did you run from Petersburg?... I am almost ashamed of you! You never catch me running from Yankees! Georgia is certainly a safe place.... When we have killed all the Yankees and the city is perfectly45 quiet, I invite you to come on and see us.... I am weary from walking (not running) to see the wounded!”
207A month or so later and my sweet sister, speeding to overtake me, joined me at Macon, in time to accompany me to the home of our friend, Mrs. Winter, in Columbus. Here, to compensate46 for the tribulations47 of the past months, we were promised the most care-free of summers. Refugees were flocking to that land of safety and plenty just then, and whether in Macon or Columbus, our time was spent in welcoming late-comers, in visiting and exchanging news or comment of the times, or making little excursions to nearby towns. Once we formed a party and visited the “White Farm” of Augusta Evans, then unmarried. It was a unique place and celebrated48 for the unsullied whiteness of every bird and beast on the place.
Upon our arrival at our friend’s home in Columbus, we found a very active field awaiting us. It was now mid-summer of ’4, somewhat after the bloody49 battle of Atlanta. In anticipation50 of our coming, Mrs. Winter had prepared her largest and coolest rooms for us. All was ready and we about due to arrive, when an unforeseen incident frustrated51 our hostess’s plans in regard of our intended pleasuring, and put us all to more serious work. It was in the late afternoon when our friend, driving in her calash along the boundaries of the town, came upon a pitiful sight. Near a group of tents a sick man, a soldier, lay writhing52 upon the ground in a delirium53, while near by and watching him stood his alarmed and helpless coloured servant. Mrs. Winter, aroused to pity by the sight, immediately gave orders that the sufferer be carried to her home, where he was placed in the room that had been prepared for me.
When my sister and I arrived, a few hours afterward54, our sympathies, too, were at once enlisted55 for the unfortunate man. He proved to be Captain Octave Vallette, a Creole, who, previous to his enlistment56, with his brother, had been a ship-builder at Algiers, Louisiana.
208A physician was already in attendance when my sister and I arrived, and an examination of the invalid57’s wounds was making.
A week had elapsed since the first hasty dressing58 of the wound, and the blackened flesh now suggested the approach of the dreaded59 gangrene.
The cleansing60 of the dreadful wound was a terrible ordeal61. For days the patient raved62, and to us, just from the camps and hospitals of Virginia, his frenzied63 words conveyed most vivid pictures of the experiences our men were meeting in the deadly fray64.
“God! What a hole for soldiers to be in!” he would cry; and then would mumble65 on incoherently until, in an accession of fevered strength, he would burst out, “Give them hell, boys!” while his negro man stood by, blinded by tears.
Finally, however, our care was rewarded, and our invalid began slowly to recover. The first day he was able to endure it, we took the Captain to drive in Mrs. Winter’s calash. He was still weak, and very melancholy66; the injured arm was stiff and all but a useless member. We tried to cheer him by merry talk. “Surely,” we said at last, as we drove by a new-made cemetery67, with its bare little whitewashed68 head-boards, “weak as you are, isn’t this a great deal better than lying out there with a board at your head marked ‘O. V.’?” At this he smiled, but grimly.
The ensuing months to me were a time of indecision. My sister departed to rejoin her husband in Richmond, and I, feeling quite cut off from those nearest to me, formed numerous plans for leaving the Confederate States. I wished to go to Mr. Clay in Canada, or to England, where so many dear friends were already installed; and so earnestly did this desire fix itself in my mind that wheels were set in motion for the securing of a passport. My friends in Richmond and in Georgia 209urged me to reconsider. Mr. Clay might even then be on his way home; would I not come to the capital and wait? But I declined, and kind Secretary Mallory acceded69 to my wishes, though cautioning me against our enemies on the seas. “I only wish I could send you abroad in a public vessel,” he wrote, as he inclosed Mr. Seddon’s passport, “but I have not a blockade runner under my control.
“You will, of course, avoid Bermuda and Nassau. The yellow-fever still rages and embraces new-comers at the very beach; and knowing that nothing on earth would ever fail to embrace you that had the power of doing so, and having a painful experience of his warm and glowing nature, I am anxious that you shall keep out of his way.... Angela and Ruby70 send their love. They regret, with me, that your promised visit to us is not to be paid.”
Yet, after all these preparations I remained; for, as the weeks passed, it seemed clear Mr. Clay was likely to arrive at any time. His associate, Professor Holcombe, had already returned, though wrecked71 off the coast of Wilmington. Whole ship-loads of cotton, which had succeeded in running the blockade and which we fondly hoped would replenish72 our pocket-books, had gone to the bottom. On the whole, travel by sea grew less and less attractive. I concluded to remain on terra firma, but to go on toward Augusta and Beech73 Island, South Carolina, that I might be nearer the coast when Mr. Clay should arrive. Ere I left Columbus I had a ludicrous adventure. Upon coming downstairs one morning, I saw, approaching the outer, wide-open door, a large, portly figure clad in Macon Mills muslin. Beyond him, in the street, a wagon74 stood, or was passing. It was loaded with watermelons. As I noted75 them and the figure approaching, I connected the two at once, and called back to my hostess, with all the 210enthusiasm for which I was ever famous at the near prospect of a “million,” “Cousin Victoria! Don’t you want some melons? Here’s a watermelon man!” To my surprise, as I neared the door a hearty76 laugh rang out; a cordial hand was extended to me, and I recognised before me genial77, jovial78 General Howell Cobb, who had left his military duties for the moment, in order to welcome me to Georgia. His long beard, which he declared he never would shave until our cause was won, together with the copperas and unbleached suit of muslin, had quite disguised him for the moment.
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