Thursday, 29 December, 1864

The weather is somewhat cooler today, since the rain last night. snowed some, several times, but did not lay on the ground. – – The children received an invitation from their Uncle Hardin by Henry to spend the evening at his house.1Henry in this entry seems to be an Aspen Grove slave. Later references in the Journal make this less certain. More research may yield a clearer understanding. They accepted it and as the horses are all lame and looking badly, they went in the wagon, drawn by their mules. – – Mag, Bake, Pigeo, Nan, Bill and Hardie. Bartlett drove. All started at sunset. – – Made mince pies. Had a fine pig killed this evening, a turkey, and two ducks picked, and an elegant round of beef boiled today. – – Sent a certificate from Ju to the chief of Bureau of Orders and Detail recommending an extension of Hardie’s furlough for 20 days longer. Sent the letter by Washington. How my heart sickens at the idea of a separation from my children. They are all I could desire them to be, except being Christians, and I only trust that ere long, and very soon, they may see the error of their ways and become professed disciples, humble followers of the “Meek and lowly Jesus” for all here is vanity and vexation of spirit. The fleeting things of time are passing away as shadows and what is left? An empty void! A black eternity begins and where is the worldly hope? They have none, their days are spent, the night is come, and they are lost. O, will they not be wise and use the means the Lord has given, acknowledge him and secure eternal an life, immortal bliss, unfading joy, which the world can neither give or take away.