Monday, 13 February, 1865

Quite a calm, pretty day after such a blustering one as we had yesterday, though extremely cold. Jim A. Robins spent the day. Bake was right much put out on acct. of some rumors in circulation by a false friend. It’s unwise in her to notice it, I think. Jealousy and envy are at the bottom of it all. Let the latter alone, it will finish itself, and the former will burn until it will entirely annihilate. Both will live as long as they are fed, and I was always opposed to administering food to either. – – Jim left after dinner. – – I looked for Bill this evening, but we retired at eleven and he had not made his appearance, and was surprised at two by a rap at the front door and he walked in. Had a bad time on the road going over. Did not see Hardie, left his pants, potatoes, &c at Mary’s. Found her giving way to the high strikes right much he said.1 It’s all nonsense these times, if not at all times. – – It is the general impression, he says, that Richmond will be evacuated very soon. – – The prospect ahead is very dark, but as for myself I will not make it more so by anticipating it. – – Bill had Liv’s box labelled to him and expects it to reach him this week. A general exchange of prisoners has been effected, and I am delighted to hear it. Hope to see my captive bird soon, was caught and caged in the ever memorable flight across the field of Gettysburg. – – Bill exchanged some wheat for a barrel of flour in Richmond. – – Mr. Hillyard’s wagon has his bags.

  1. “giving way to the high strikes” is a phrase I have never heard before. Have you?  (back)