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1864 Diary of Dwight Spencer, US Christian Commission

Dwight Spencer (1827-1910) “was born in Mansfield, Connecticut, on February 27, 1827. In 1851 he moved to Brooklyn, New York, and was employed as a bookkeeper and as a Sunday School worker until he was ordained in 1863. During the Civil War Spencer was a delegate for the United States Christian Commission. After the war he did evangelistic work and in 1869 became pastor at Fair Haven, Vermont. In 1880 Spencer became superintendent of missions for the Rocky Mountain District of the American Baptist Home Mission Society. His territory included Utah, Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. During his ten years in this position he started 30 churches and 33 Sunday Schools and built 25 meeting houses. After his tenure in the West, Spencer became secretary for the Wabash District of the Baptist Home Missionary Society for southern Illinois and Indiana and later for the New York District. He held that position until his resignation in 1901.”

From Spencer family papers, 1860-1979 (MC 151). Dwight Spencer papers consist of diaries (1860-1867) concerning his Civil War ministry and later work; an autobiography; and miscellany. James Spencer’s papers consist of biographical materials; correspondence (1871-1939); religious writings; a scrapbook; and miscellany. Collection also includes small subgroups of the papers of James’ wife Cora Spencer; daughters Marion Spencer and Frances Spencer; son Dwight Spencer; and grandson Spencer Wilson.

COAN SCHOOL Opened in April 1863, this was the first school in Norfolk for African Americans. Established by AMA missionary William Coan, the school operated in the Colored Methodist Church on Bute Street. Within a few days after opening, there were 1,200 pupils who would eventually be divided between the Coan School and another one that opened in the Bute Street Baptist Church.

This diary is housed and digital images of its pages can be found at the Montana State Library.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

May 27, 1864—Arrived at Norfolk from Fortress Monroe about 10 o’clock and reported to Rev. E. N. Crane, the Norfolk agent of the Christian Commission. In the evening attended a meeting of the Convalescent soldiers at Belfour Hospital, Portsmouth. About 100 present. At the close of my address, I said that I should be happy to grasp by the hand as soon as the services were closed as many of the soldiers as would promise me that they would become true soldiers of the Lord Jesus. Accordingly when I had concluded about a dozen came forward and eagerly took my hand. After the meeting at the hospital, attended a meeting of colored children and adults gathered for educational purposes, The school (for such it properly is) is under the direction of Mr. [William] Coan (formerly of New York) assisted by a corps of about 30 young and middle aged ladies together with several soldiers and citizens who from time to time volunteer their services. About 400 children and adults were present and most of them were studious and as far as I examined them, they had made a good degree of progress. After the school exercises were concluded, I addressed the scholars for a short time upon the importance of improving every spare moment in the prosecution of their studies in order that they might acquire sufficient education to fit them for the discharge of their duties which would devolve upon them in their new relations in life. So closed the day.

May 28. I saw this morning a regiment of Union soldiers made up of men who were formerly rebel prisoners but who took advantage of the President’s amnesty proclamation and enlisted in the Union army. They were a good-looking set of fellows. Saw also a gang of prisoners working at street paving under a guard of soldiers and from one of these latter I learned that these prisoners had formerly been citizens of Norfolk and were being punished for acts of rebellion. I could but think how the scales were turned. Here were some of the Southern aristocracy working under a guard of Northern mudsills. Started for the Naval Hospital at Portsmouth and was kindly received by the chaplain Rev. Mr. Stockbridge. About 350 patients in the hospital. After dinner went through the different wards and conversed with about 30 of the patients several of which I found in an interesting state of mind. For particulars, see page 101-103. I was particularly interested in the case of two boys aged respectively 15 & 16 years. The latter was from Boston and was suffering from the effects of a blow which he received by being brought in contact with the walking beam. He told me that his parents opposed his enlisting, that they were in good circumstances, and that he had a good home. He run away and enlisted four different times and his father got him released and that when he still persisted his parents reluctantly gave their consent. He showed me a testament which his mother gave him before he left. Upon the blank leaves of which were written several texts of scripture after which she had written no doubt with tearful eyes. “Dear Eddy be a good boy. I shall never forget you. I shall constantly pray for you. Goodbye.” The other lad was from Baltimore and was an orphan. He told me that he had no relatives unless they were very distant. He had been a Sunday school scholar and had committed several texts from the new testament. He wept while I told him of Jesus—that He would be a friend that would stick closer than a brother. I was also interested in a young many who was dying with consumption. He was from Philadelphia. When he had a good home with kind parents, brothers and sisters who would gladly minister to his wants, could he get home. He had frequently been promised his discharge but through the neglect of officials, he was still detained. I told him of another home and urged him to seek the Savior and thus be fitted to enjoy its society and rest forever. He promised to meet me in Heaven. At 5 o’clock attended a meeting in one of the rooms. I addressed about 50 convalescent mariners. At the close of the meeting, several promised me that they would endeavor to become the children of God. At 7 o’clock I addressed the convalescents at Belfour Hospital. On account of the rain, but few were present. At the close of the services, several lingered to shake hands with me to whom I spoke words of encouragement and advice. Some promised me that they would endeavor to initiate the conduct of the prodigal son and arise and go to God, their Heavenly Father. So the day closed.

Sunday, May 29th 1864—At 9 o’clock, visited the Sunday School (colored) at the Bell Church where I found about 200 children apparently much interested in the study of the word of God. From this school I proceeded to the colored school in Bate Street under the superintendence of Mr. Coan. Here I found about 700 children, listened to their exercises in singing and repeating passages of scriptures. The scholars in both these schools show that they have rapidly improved both in useful information and in deportment. I made a brief address to each school. At 10 o’clock preached to the prisoners in the Union prison. About 100 prisoners were assembled. These are all from the northern army and are suffering punishment for various crimes. They are kept at work during the week at cleaning and repairing the streets. They listened to me attentively. At 11 o’clock preached in the City prison. About 75 prisoners assembled at the close of the service. Several appeared deeply impressed with the text to which they had listened. One young man came to me and wanted to converse privately with me. Promised to meet him in the afternoon At 3 o’clock preached to the 1st United States volunteers at their camping ground. The men were marched up by platoons and formed in solid columns. They listened attentively and I noticed several weeping during the services. The men comprising this regiment were taken prisoners from the rebel army and had since taken the oath of allegiance and enlisted in the Union army. they appeared orderly and apparently engaged in their various duties with a hearty good will. After services, religious papers were distributed among the ranks. There were in the regiment men from every southern state. Some were pointed out to me who had a few days before been taken prisoners at the Battle of the Wilderness and who only remained in the prison camp one night, so heartily sick were they of the rebel service. About forty recruits arrived during the day. Letters were shown from men in the regiment to their comrades in camp telling them how thoroughly they had been deceived in entering the rebel army and urging them to do as they had done and come over on to the side of Union. Nearly every man in the regiment can read and write. The commissioned officers (who were all northern men) bore testimony to their uniform good behavior and orderly conduct said they had rather command them than a regiment of northern men. After this service, I visited the young man in the City Prison above alluded to. I found that he belonged to Gen. Butler’s army and that during a drunken spree he had left his regiment and was afterward arrested for desertion. He was from the interior of New York State where he had parents residing. Said he had a good pious mother who had done for him all a mother could, Acknowledged that he alone was to blame for the suffering whenich he had brought upon him. He appeared truly penitently and said that after the morning service he fully resolved to lead a new life. I urged to seek help from God who alone was able to keep him in the hour of temptation. He promised me to commence praying at once. In the evening, preached in the Presbyterian Church in Portsmouth. A good audience composed largely of soldiers. The audience was attentive and appeared deeply interested. Engaged to preach for them again next Lord’s day. Also met a Baptist brother who wished me to preach in the Baptist Church. So the day closed.

Monday, May 30, 1864—Felt poorly today. In the morning visited the colored schools in Norfolk under the auspices of the American Missionary Association. In these schools there are about three thousand children under the care of forty teachers (white) assisted by several colored. These scholars show a good degree of improvement and appear anxious to learn. Some were well advanced in Geography and Arithmetic and wrote a fair hand.

Tuesday, May 31st 1864—Visited Fortress Monroe and from thence repaired to the Chesapeake and Hampton Hospitals. In these are about six thousand patients. We found in addition to the two chaplains four delegates of the Christian Commission which was as many as the surgeons in attendance (McClellan) would allow as assistants of the chaplains. In these two hospitals the average mortality is about twenty. Saw one poor fellow carried out on a stretcher to the dead house while there. Chaplain Marshall of the Chesapeake Hospital is the most efficient of any chaplain I have yet met with. He has been at the hospital about two years. About a year ago, he went North and collected money sufficient to build a chapel and reading room. He then had the chapel built at the North and brought down all ready for putting up. Entire cost about one thousand dollars. I attended a meeting of convalescent soldiers in this chapel in the evening. A good attendance and much interest manifested. Several soldiers spoke of the goodness of God to them, especially in turning them from paths of sin and folly into ways of righteousness. Several also offered prayers. I addressed the meeting and so the day closed.

Wednesday, June 1st—Assisted Bro. Tisdale at the rooms at Fort Monroe. Attended to the giving out of some delicacies to a part of the 15th Regiment N. Y. Engineers on board the transport Ranger while lying off the fort. Also two hundred books, tracts, and newspapers. To another company of the same regiment on board the transport City of Albany, I gave one hundred newspapers and tracts. Heard of the occupation of the house of Dr. STrong, a Baptist minister near Bermuda Hundred and an amusing incident in regard to the baptizing of his negroes. In the evening left for Norfolk expecting to go to the front, Bermuda Hundred tomorrow.

Thursday, June 2nd 1864—Did not go to Bermuda Hundred as I expected. Was quite sick during the early part of the day. In the evening attended prayer meeting in the High Street Presbyterian Church, Portsmouth—a good meeting. Quite a number of soldiers present. I addressed the meeting a short time. After meeting, addressed several personally upon the subject of religion. Several expressed desires to become Christians and several others told me that they hoped that they were already numbered among the faithful.

Friday, June 3rd—Spent the day in conversing with the soldiers in Belfour Hospital. Conversed with about thirty. Of this number, only four or five were indifferent. Of the others, I found five or six in an enquiring state of mind and I consider their cases as hopeful. The rest were free to acknowledge the claims of religion upon them but were disposed to delay. Nearly everyone asked me to come again and several wished me to bring them books and papers. Met a boy of fifteen who told me that he was an orphan. He came from Albany as a waiter upon an officer. He had a fever which I doubt not will result in death. He told me that he had been to Sunday school, that he wanted to be a good boy. Wanted me to bring him a testament which I did in the afternoon and gave him some advice. Conversed also with Benjamin F. Osborn from New York who has the consumption and who I fear will not live long. He showed me a daguerreotype which his wife had sent him of herself as well as some scraps of beautiful poetry, one of which commencing, “Nearer my God to thee,” I considered as very appropriate in his case. He wept freely while I talked to him and endeavored to point out to him the way of life. I urged upon him the importance of renouncing all his own righteousness and relying alone and solely upon Christ. I think that he is not far from the Kingdom of Heaven.

Saturday, June 4th—I spent the day in visiting at the Belfour Hospital and distributing religious papers. Almost four hundred of the latter were distributed and thankfully received by the soldiers. As opportunity presented, I conversed with the soldiers upon the subject of religion. They generally listened with interest and appeared thoughtful. Found none who could be called despisers of the truth but many neglecters. I have hardly met with a scoffer since I commenced my work. If the soldiers in our hospitals are a fair representation of our army in regard to morals (and I see no reason why they should not be), then may we truly say that never country mustered an army so noble. At the Belfour Hospital is a reading room and library under the management of Mrs. Perry from Massachusetts—a very estimable lady from which the soldiers are supplied with reading matter.

Sunday, June 5th—In the morning went out to the entrenched camp beyond Portsmouth and preached to the soldiers. On account of the rain which immediately preceded the time of the service, there was only a small number present. Immediately after service a young man came up and spoke to me saying that he was a member of the Baptist Church in Fall River, but that he had wandered from God and neglected many duties, I encouraged him to take a decided stand in favor of truth and ever to let his light shine. I also spoke to several others who appeared thoughtful and impressed by the truth to which they had listened. The men were all attentive. Dined with bro. Godfrey in his tent. Returned to Norfolk and attended colored services in th Bell Church. Was witnessed with the introductory prayer in which the minister prayed for the liberty of his brethren in bondage as well as for the success of the Union arms. WhenI remembered that a short time ago such a prayer could hardly have been offered in New York without raising a mob, I could not but think that it was a great change which permitted it now in Norfolk and that too before an audience which but a short time ago were almost everyone slaves. At 5 o’clock went out to the entrenched camp beyond Norfolk and preached to the 38th Regiment (colored). This regiment is composed almost entirely of men who were formerly slaves. The officers speak of them as being orderly—more easy to manage that white men and quick in the art of imitation. They say that they learn to go through with the drill exercise readily. The regiment is not yet full. The men listed with good attention and I hope that my labor may not have been in vain. At 7.30 o’clock, preached in the High Street Presbyterian Church in Portsmouth. The house was quite full and the audience attentive. A large number of soldiers were present and I pray that they may be led to embrace the truth and become followers of the Lord Jesus.

Monday, June 6th—Started for Bermuda Hundred. As we entered the James river, saw the fleet lying outside at its mouth. We soon came to Jamestown where we saw the remains of the first church built upon this continent which was soon after the settlement of the town in 1607. At Wilson’s Landing, saw where the attack was made by the rebels upon Col. Wild’s Colored troops. Fort Powhatan just above and opposite commands the river. At this point lies the iron clad Atlantic taken from the rebels near Savannah. She was captured by the Weehawken and is a dangerous looking craft. Passed Harrison’s Landing, the point to which McClellan retreated after his famous Peninsula Campaign. Arrived at Bermuda Hundred and formed no favorable idea of the place. In fact, it can hardly be called a place unless large fields dotted over with tents is such. There is nothing worthy of being called a house in the vicinity but only here and there a miserable chanty. Visited the Christian Commission tent and returned to the boat of which I passed the night.

Tuesday, June 7th—Started for the Point of Rocks, a place a short distance up the Appomattox from this place. We started for the front, taking a bundle of papers. We first proceeded to the left of the works resting upon the Appomattox, from which point we plainly saw the spires of Petersburg. From this point we continued our course along the works towards the James. My bundle of papers was soon gone, the soldiers actually snatching them from my hand. I was surprised to see the extent of the works thrown up in so short a time. Forests had been cut down and a line of earthworks thrown up from the Appomattox to the James. I should suppose a distance of six miles. The men must have had a mind to work. Just after we passed the center of the works, the rebels favored us with a half dozen shots, the shells exploding just outside our lines. The shrill whistle of these was anything but pleasant. Approaching the James, saw the fleet of monitors and gunboats lying abreast our works and just above them a net of ropes extending across the river to protect the fleet from torpedoes. From a signal station upon the roof of an unfinished house, at this point, with the aid of a glass, we could see the spires of Richmond, and works on the outside of the city over which floated a rebel flag. Looking across the river from this station, I saw a country indescribably beautiful. Fields of corn and wheat already opening for the harvest lay spread out as far as they could reach. About two o’clock heard heavy firing from the peninsula, supposed to be in Gen. Grant’s army. On our return, visited Gen. Gilmore’s Headquarters and were courteously entertained by him for a few moments. He offered to render us any assistance in his power in the prosecution of our work as agents of the Christian Commission. During our travels saw several shot and shell lying upon the field. Returned to Bermuda Hundred and in the evening attended a prayer meeting held in the Christian Commission tent at which a good number of soldiers were present. Several took part in the meeting speaking and offering prayer, anda good spirit prevailed. I addressed the meeting for a few moments. At the close of the meeting, spoke to several who tarried after the meeting had been dismissed.

Wednesday, June 8th—Returned to Norfolk. Nothing occurred worthy of note.

Thursday, June 9th—Spent the day in visiting the Gosport Navy Yard. Distributed about 500 papers, testaments, and other religious books. I spoke from time to time as opportunity presented to those receiving the book or paper urging upon them the importance of religion. On some of the vessels I found the men actually starving for religious reading. I found several boys of 15 or 16 years who had no testaments. I furnished them and one in particular promised to read it daily and to pray. May the Lord grant them His spirit. I was in every instance treated with great courtesy by the officers. I never feel satisfied with such a days work. I always feel at its close that I have not been been half in earnest—that I might have found many more opportunities had my heart been right, of impressing upon those with who I meet the importance of immediate attention to the great subject of religion. May the Lord help me to be more faithful. In the evening attended a prayer meeting in Portsmouth at which a good number of soldiers were present. I addressed them briefly. Near the close of the meeting I requested all those who hoped that they were on the Lord’s side, as well as those who desired to be on His side to manifest it by rising. About half a dozen rose and afterward two of those who had risen spoke acknowledging their wanderins and promising in the future to lead a holy life. We all felt that it was a good meeting.

Friday, June 10th—In the morning took a watch and package of money to a patient at Balfour Hospital named John R. Miller. Found that he enlisted in Mansfield, Conn., my native town, and at once became interested in him. He acknowledged that he had lived a reckless life and said that he had fully resolved to learn from his follies and become a different man. He looked upon his affliction (he had lost a leg) as sent of God to lead him to reflect upon his ways and to turn from his sins. I gave him such advice as I thought suited to his case. Afterward went to Fortress Monroe and took a tug in company with some friends to visit the Rip Raps. From this place, proceeded to Hampton Hospital in company with Mr. Crane. We thought we would go over and visit the remains of Hampton which was burned by the rebel Magruder. There is scarce anything left of this once beautiful town; but instead of fine houses, little slab huts everywhere greet the eye of the visitor. The negroes, the owners and occupants of the huts, have built by the side of the chimneys, which were left standing, and so use the same fireplace that the wealthy proprietors had formerly used. Visited the old church which is said to have been the second built in this country, the bricks of which were brought from England. It is now a mass of ruins, having been burned with the rest of the town, and the burying ground surrounding it shows unmistakable evidences that it has been visited by an unfeeling soldiery. Talked with some of the colored people with whom I met and now at the close of the day, I feel that little or nothing has been accomplished for my Master.

Saturday, June 11th—Spent the day at the Naval Hospital, Portsmouth. I first met a man who professed to be an atheist. I talked with him some time and endeavored to show him the folly of his course and the dangers of his position. I did not feel satisfied with myself, fearing that there had been an effort to display the wisdom of this world rather than that spirit of meekness and love everywhere recommended in the scriptures. Saw the two boys John Williams and Edward Lock referred to on pages 5 & 6. I became more interested in them than on my previous visit. For the latter, I have great hope that a mother’s prayers and counsels may not prove in vain. He appears to be sincere in his desire to become a Christian. For the other lad, I feel sorry. He has no earthly friends. Oh that Jesus may become his friend. Found another boy from Massachusetts who I trust is not far from the Kingdom of Heaven. His brother had recently fallen in battle and he showed me a letter from his sister in which this sad intelligence was communicated to him, and in which she also exhorted him to prepare for death. I conversed with about fifty in all and distributed a number of testaments among the men, they promising to read them. In the evening attended a meeting at which about fifty of the patients were present. I was glad to see a good number with whom I had conversed during the day. I addressed them for a short time and when I had concluded, I asked all who hoped that they were on the Lord’s side as well as all those who had a desire to be on His side to manifest it by rising. Some dozen rose and among those Edward Lock, the lad already referred to. May the Lord keep him and all the rest who with him are trying to take a stand for Jesus. I felt as I retired that my labors had not been in vain.

Sunday, June 12th—In the morning went up to the Taylor farm about six miles from Norfolk in the direction of Fortress Monroe, and preached to the colored people who are living there and managing the farm for the benefit of government. I found Mr. Beale, the superintendent, a very kind man and I should think well fitted for his position. There are about seven hundred colored people on the place including children, a day school, and Sunday school are kept on the farm, and on week days the children are required to work four hours and attend school four hours. About three hundred were present at the services and were very attentive. They were anxious that I should come and see them again. At the close of the service, I distributed about 300 books and papers. At 3 o’clock I preached to the 1st US Volunteers at their camp near Norfolk. Did not enjoy the services as on a former occasion, the Lieut.-Colonel have severely reprimanded the Adjutant for not forming the lines according to orders. I do not think the Adjutant was to blame as I think he did not understand the orders. The Lieut.-Colonel commanded the companies to be dismissed and the lines to be formed again in ten minutes. I felt that the men were not there willingly and could not enjoy the service. However, the men listed to me attentively. At the close of the service, distributed about 300 papers. At five o’clock attended an anniversary service of the (colored) Sunday school under the superintendence of Mr. Coan in the Bute Street M. E. Church. The attendance was large and the services interesting. The scholars showed that the labor expended upon them had not been in vain. I addressed the meeting for a few minutes. In the evening preach in the High Street Presbyterian Church in Portsmouth. The audience was large and the attention good. May the Lord own and bless His truth. I am much interested in this service from the fact that so many soldiers attend it. [page 40]

1862: Thomas Norfleet Jordan to his Father

Captain Thomas Norfleet Jordan, Co. F, 5th North Carolina Infantry

The following letter was written by Thomas Norfleet Jordan (1842-1903) who entered the Confederate service as a private in Co. B, 5th North Carolina Infantry in mid June 1861 at Weldon. He was described in muster rolls at the time as a 19 year-old, 5 foot 10 inch, blue-eyed, dark-haired clerk from Gates county, North Carolina. He was soon promoted to corporal and then to sergeant prior to the evacuation of Yorktown. In September 1862, he was commissioned 1st Lieutenant of Co. F. He was taken prisoner at Plymouth, North Carolina, in December 1862 and then paroled. Early in 1863, he was promoted to Captain of Co. F. He was still the captain of his company on 12 May 1864 when he was wounded in the right arm so severely that it required amputation to save is life. After recuperating in a hospital at Gordonsville, he returned to service in Petrie’s Invalid Corps in January 1865.

Thomas N. Jordan, whose beautiful penmanship gained him a position as a clerk before the Civil War, had to learn to write with his left hand following the amputation of his right arm in mid-May 1864. Here is his signature on a document from later in the war.

Thomas was the son of Thomas A. and Nancy (Norfleet) Jordan of Gates county, North Carolina—some 40 or 50 miles from Norfolk, Virginia and 20 south of Suffolk. One source on Ancestry.com gives “Desdemonia” as the plantation name of the house owned by Thomas and Nancy (Norfleet) Jordan, pictured below.

North Carolina home of Thomas’s parents.

Note: This letter is from the private collection of Chase Rhodes and was made available for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

In the woods near Richmond, Va.
May 25th 1862

My dear Father,

Onceagain another glorious privilege has presented itself to me of writing you & one indeed which I can by no means slide & let pass unnoticed. Yeas, a privilege which I thought would never, at least for some time present itself. But I am proud that such an opportunity should present itself. Mr. Hays’ (William) heard of the sickness of his son Tom and came up to Richmond to see him. I learn he leaves tomorrow. There is nothing that I hear of interesting about here. All of our troops are concentrated here and around here. Everything seems favorable for a fight very soon. The enemy, I hear, are close at hand.

Oh Pa! how it pained me to hear of the evacuation of Norfolk. I suppose all that part of the country is now overrun with Yankees destroying everything as they go. All kinds of depredations will no doubt be resorted to, and not one hand of resistance can be raised. But I am fully of the opinion that there is a brighter day not far in the future when those vile hoods will have to pay for all their meanness. What a low, contemptible, mean piece of business in them—a people boasting of possessing principles of humanity, to stoop to such acts as have been resorted to by the Yankees. Burning and destroying personal property, not even allowing you to retain a small quantity upon which to subsist. I suppose they destroyed barn, warehouse and stables. All of your corn & fodder too? Oh Pa, it is a species of warfare that I thought a people, civilized as they are, and possessing such principles as they boast of, could ever resort to. But I am convinced that that they will resort to anything to subjugate us.

Lincoln declares himself that he will arm the Negroes if no other method will do. What an idea! Arm the Blacks to fight the Whites! Oh! ain’t that sufficient to make any man desperate? I fear that this war will not be the [ ] that was fought.

And Rios 1 left you? That surprised me still more. Strange indeed why he should have acted so. But if he’s rather be there than with you, let him go. We are independent without him. I am sure he will repent it yet. I suppose Jack Fairless [?] has command of that portion of the country. He leads them on in their career of destruction. What did he say he had against you so particular? One who has been a friend to him. I wish I could cross him once more. Pa, did Rios leave with those fellows that burned the barn? Go off before your face? What did he say to you when he left, or before he left? I hope none others have followed his example. If I thought there was, I would like to have him with me.

Well, Pa, I guess we shall see each other no more soon—if ever. All communication is cut off and oh! how it grieves me. I don’t think it would be prudent for you to come to see me now. [Even] if you could get here, you might not get back. That would be the difficulty. If you could, how glad I would be. How bad I want to see you, as all the rest.

We have received orders to cook three days rations. Something is going to be done soon, I expect. I am anxious for it to come. I hail the deciding day. I am becoming very tired of this business. The retreat from Yorktown here liked to used me up, as they say. I never was so tired of walking in my life and the exposure to which we are subject to. We never get a tent. If we see one a week, we are doing well. I wish I had a boy with me. I have become tired of so much cooking myself, & washing too. But if I can’t get one, I shall do the best I can.

I wrote Cousin Sal a letter some time go by Ben Knite of Cal. I wonder if she received it? In it I told her of the Battle of Williamsburg which I was in. And through a Divine Providence, I came out safe, though my gun was struck by a ball which very much injured the stock of her but which saved my life, no doubt. I feel quite proud of it, but very thankful that I escaped so fortuitously.

Well, dear Pa, I must close. Farewell. Pray earnestly for my protection. I feel that God will protect me through all evils to return to the bosom of my friends again. Give my best love to all the family at Uncle’s—Uncle Walton, Cousin Daniels, Uncle Seth’s and everyone, yourself not excepted. Kiss the dear little boys for me. Tell them I hope I shall see them again soon. Now goodbye dear Pa, and may a brighter day soon dawn upon, when we may all meet in triumph in peace, to enjoy the fruits of our labors. And may the God of Battles protect us and keep us safe from all dangers and protect us to meet again soon is the earnest prayer of your devoted son, — Tommie

I wrote Brother [John B. Jordan] yesterday, directed it to Kinston. I hope he will get it. Col. [Duncan Kirkland] McRae’s official report of the fight is out in which you will see that we made a most heroic display of bravery. The gallant charge of the 5th North Carolina 2 is in the mouth of everybody most. We have immortalized ourself. Tha Yankees give us the praise. Say it was the most brilliant charge ever made. We are praised by everyone who meet us. We can hear the people talking of us wherever we go—that is, the 5th North Carolina who fought so desperately in that last battle. And so we did. Never did men fight with more courage and bravery than we did.

Goodbye Pa. Your true son, — Tommie

T. N. Jordan

P. S. I am very well. My health was never better. It has been nearly all the time. I have not time to read my letter so excuse all mistakes.


1 Rios was probably the name of a family slave belonging to the Jordans. Once Union troops began to infiltrate inland from Norfolk, a number of slaves were enticed to run away from their masters, seeking the protection of Federal army.

2 The 5th North Carolina was commanded by Colonel D.R. McRae. It was ordered to Williamsburg and marched to the Campus of the College of William and Mary in a light rain. Moved around 3 p.m. to the left flank of Longstreet’s line. Moved into the open into heavty artillery fire and attacked Hancock’s Union brigade along with the 24th Virginia. The attack came within 20 yards of the Federal line before it was forced to withdraw due to heavy casualties. Lieutenant Colonel Badham was killed, Major Sinclair was wounded and Captains Thomas Garrett and John W. Lea were wounded and captured.

1862: William McMurphy to his Mother

This letter was signed by a Union soldier named William McMurphy who seems to have been among the 6000 soldiers landed at Ocean View under the command of General Wool on 10 May 1862 to advance on Norfolk that was being evacuated by the Confederates. If not in this first wave of troops, he must have been in the second wave of troops that followed under the command of General Joseph Mansfield. Regiments that were in the first wave included, I think, the 10th and 20th New York, the 1st Delaware, and the 16th Massachusetts, along with some cavalry and artillery. Unfortunately I’ve not been able to identify any William McMurphy in any of these regiments.

When the Confederates evacuated Norfolk on 10 May 1862, they set fire to Gosport Naval Yard.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Gosport Navy Yard
Norfolk, Virginia
May 20th 1862

Dear Mother,

I received your letter today and was glad to hear that you was well. Your letter also found me in good health as you will perceive. We are in the same place that we was when I last wrote and I guess we shall stay here a while. There is a report that Richmond is taken but I do not know how true it is.

We have just been changing our camp ground into a grove. It is a very pleasant place. There is a great many Union people here but there is some very strong secesh here too—especially among the ladies. Some of them wear secesh flags on their breasts and walk past our soldiers as large as life but we like to tell them of the hot coffee and warm victuals we found in their soldier’s camps when we came here.

I will send you some secesh money and P.O. stamp. Them bills are all the change they have. Some of them are for five cents.

I have just got done cooking and gone into the ranks and I tell you I am glad enough. It is very warm here. I have wrote to you every week but once since I came down here. I can get no stamps here. Please send some and I will send some money when I get paid. I can’t write anymore tonight. So goodbye from your affectionate son, — Wm. McMurphy

1863: George Henry Hilton to Miriam Helen (Lowell) Hilton

The following letters were written by George Henry Hilton (1831-1901), the son of Dearborn Henry Hilton (1803-1860) and Eliza Ann Cummings of Chester, Windsor, Vermont. He was married in November 1853 to Miriam Helen Lowell (1833-1911) and had one child named George Lowell Hilton (b. 1856) at the time these letters were written in 1863.

George was employed as a clerk in the office of Mr. Joseph Hartwell Barrett (1824-1910) who was the Commissioner of the Pension Bureau in Washington D. C. in 1863. The Evening Post (New York) described Barrett as one of “the few bold, radical and consistent anti-slavery men at the head of bureaus in Washington.” Barrett grew up in Windsor county, Vermont, and graduated from Middlebury College (Vermont) in 1845. He entered the printing and publishing business and by 1860 he was living and working at his trade in Cincinnati. He is best known for having written a biographical sketch on Abraham Lincoln when he was running for President in 1860 and when Lincoln was elected, he was rewarded with the patronage job. Barrett was married to Harriet Whiting Lowell in 1853 so Hilton and Barrett would have been brothers-in-law, having married the Lowell sisters.

In the years following the Civil War, George worked in the dry goods business in Chester. In 1872 he had his business in the new Fullerton Block on Main Street in Chester where he offered “ready made clothing” and groceries.


Letter 1

Washington D. C.
April 13, 1863

My dear wife Han,

Joseph Hartwell Barrett, Commissioner of Pensions

Han, I am writing to you so that you may get it as soon as possible for I know (or think at least) you will miss the letter at the usual time & perhaps be disappointed if you do not get it, I did not write you & mother as usual yesterday for I was at Fortress Monroe & Norfolk all day. Mr. Barrett asked me on Friday if I dare go with him if he would get passes. I told him yes, but did not suppose he could get passes for since they commenced fighting, they issued orders not to grant them to anybody. Well. I thought no more of it until Saturday morning at 10 a.m. [when] he came in the room and said he was ready I dare risk it. Well, I dare and started.

We went to Baltimore, waited and went all over the city (beautiful warm day) until 5 p.m., then went on board the steamer & had a beautiful ride. Had supper and went to bed at 9. Got up about 5 a.m. and looked the country over until 6:30. We had breakfast and at 7:30 landed under the guns of Fort Monroe. Went about the fort and down on the beach. Picked up a lot of shells &c. &c. (as usual). Saw the big Lincoln Gun, the largest one ever made. We stayed about till 11 a.m. then took steamer (government transport) down to Norfolk. Went past Sewell’s Point, rip raps, Newport News, &c. as you can see by the map to Norfolk. Arrived at 12:20. Went all about town. The citizens—women and children—were leaving according to orders issued after we got there. The rebs were expected every minute—were fighting only 17 miles below all Saturday & Sunday up to 12 noon, so we went on board of boat again. 1 Saw the Monticello & Juniata (gunboats) swing out into the steam and open their port holes and point their guns on the town, ready to shell it at any moment the rebs should come in sight. It tell you, it was quite exciting. We left directly after that with a load of refugees and secesh ladies. Came on to where the Merrimack gave the Monitor battle. Saw the Cumberland was sunk with her two masts just sticking out of the mud & water. Back to the Fortress at 3:30 p.m. All along up the Elizabeth river saw peach orchards in full bloom & the lilacs just filled the air with the sweetest odor from the land I ever smelt.

Well, we found the people of the fort under the most intense excitement. A British Man-of-War had come in port and another was in sight coming in, and they didn’t know what to make of it. Hawkins Zouaves 3 were leaving for Norfolk and lots of other troops & everything was hurly burly. Well we “poked” round amongst them for about an hour. Officers came up from Charleston and reported one ironclad sunk & soon the officers of the sunken boar arrived and everything and everybody was in an uproar. Finally we got off and started back at 6 p.m. Commenced to rain at 8:30. We retired at 9 & the storm increased & the old boat rolled and pitched & was so dark you couldn’t see anything but could hear the breakers thump against the boat and feel her go over them & pitch in the hollow or trough. At 12 midnight we struck a schooner and stove in the stern railing of our boat and damaged her pretty bad. I got up when we struck and managed to get down but it was all I could do to keep right side up and I couldn’t only by hanging onto something, Went all about the boat and finally went to bed again. There was too much work in sitting up although I wasn’t a bit sick nor Barrett either.

Well, it cleared up at about 3 a.m. and was calm as Greenland. Had breakfast at 6 and landed at 7 a.m. Stayed in Baltimore two hours and came on to Washington. Have been to the office and done my Saturday’s work & today’s too and you can safely guess I am tired. But I got your kind letter and of course will not let an opportunity go by till I write you. I have not seen R. R. C. as yet & don’t care to either as I know of. I feel liker an old “punkin.” I thought going down there would relieve my mind of your troubles but it didn’t one bit. I thought of you all the way down & back & God bless you, I wish I was with you this moment. You are so sick, I know, & those —– —- will do no good either more than to aggravate your sickness to your —- —- but do as you think best and that will be right. I would kill Old Mother H. and a few more of those old “rips” = if you don’t want them to call so often though you can very easily shorten their visits both in length and numbers. I am so glad Georgie is so well. Darling little boy, tell him papa got his pictures & they made him laugh too. Papa loves him & wants to see him very much indeed. He must be a good boy.

I want to write you lots more but I han’t got strength & am so sleepy I can hardly keep my eyes open & “spose” I must write Mother or there will be an “orfull” howl. So I will bid you goodbye for now & write you again & send some papers tomorrow. With much love for you, — George

1 The excitement in Norfolk was due to Gen. Longstreet’s investment of Suffolk in April 1863.

2 The two British ships anchored in Hampton Rodes were the Vesuvius and Petrel. There was speculation that the Brits were there as part of a plot to recapture Norfolk that was being threatened by land by Longstreet’s men.

3 The 9th New York Volunteers (“Hawkins Zouaves” ) were ordered from Falmouth, Virginia, to Norfolk where they remained until May 1863.


Letter 2

Washington D. C.
June 3rd 1863

My blessed wife,

I received your kind letter this morning. As I wrote you yesterday, I expected then your Father has returned without the [ ]. Well, it’s just as well, I think (because we can’t help it). The Demming tribe must be cutting quite a [ ] from your description. Well, let [ ] has a different way of enjoyment. You & I can enjoy ourselves perhaps together by ourselves as they before the public and I think our turn will come some time. What a trial of feelings it must be for Marion & Rowe to be thus left alone together especially o’nights. Oh, oh tis too bad poor critters. I should not think Rowe could stand it long (or perhaps short).

I think this weather will cook all God’s creation into one great “Pudd’n” if it keeps on. It is damn hot, I notice. I am reading the Last of the Mohicans. You have read it, I suppose. It is quite interesting to me as I never read it before.

“Mrs. Comish”, wife of Commissioner Barrett

This town is not taken yet, 1 but people get awfully frightened and at Alexandria they are today barricading the streets expecting an attack through the lines. That place you know is only eight miles from here. If we get “tuck” all right. I would like to have them try it once. Perhaps they wouldn’t get in.

Mrs. “Comish” called the carriage & she and Mrs. Duvall went out to the Soldier’s Home yesterday evening. She is getting quite gay since the Comish has been absent. From the late order just issued, no person can go out of the city limits now on foot, horseback, or in carriages without being searched. So our little Mrs. Comish was subjected to that little inconvenience.

I rather think my bringing the Long Tom Spy Glass to bear upon the ladies opposite has silenced their Battery of Flirtation as I did not see them yesterday at all. That was pretty good on them & I guess they will mind their “Biz” now. Do you hear anything more about Henry’s drinking? I have not heard from him since I came back either by letter or paper or anybody but Fitch. I have the B. F. Times regularly from the office. I should like to go home very well as you say, but I think I shall stay here for the present if I can possibly stand it. You know you are and have so exposed yourself very much opposed to my going into troth [?] again or making an investment in the hotel and Mother too is very anxious that I should remain in Chester son on the whole, I think, unless sickness should call me home, I shall stay through the month of July. At least ’tis true I would like to be with my family & be at Chester, but can stay here a while I guess. How does the little Hiffins? He is happy I hope. He has got quite a notion of stooping over and if he is not checked and made to stand straight, he will grow up round shouldered & have the consumption. I don’t think you can too strongly impress that upon his mind—to stand straight. Poor little fellow. I do want to see him very much indeed. Kiss him for me & tell his papa gives him and thinks of him very much. He must be good too and mind Mama till papa comes home and then we will have grand times.

Saw Abel Putnam here yesterday. The [ ] said Tom Clark was well and doing well. Hope he will continue so….

With much love for you, my own little wife. Goodbye, – George

1 The “scare” was over the advance of Lee’s army that was once again making a push toward and beyond the Potomac River without a clear understanding of which way he was headed.