Sunday, 5 June, 1864

I arose quite early this morning and made pills of quinine and pepper for Bill. Gave them to him till ten o’clk, kept him _?_till 12. Missed his chill, and arose to dinner.1 – Jim came about 10 o’clk on a horse captured by __?__ sent by him to Larkin to take care of.2 – – The old Col. sent word by Jim he would be down to see us today, but its being rather inclement I suppose prevented his coming.3 – – Two Yankee deserters came this evening. We gave them something to eat and sent them across the river. One was from Maine and the other from Vermont. – – The grandest battle has been going on all the afternoon and until eleven at night, continual roar of cannon and musketry, apparently not more than 6 miles distance. – – No one attended Church today.4 This is 3rd Sunday we have been debarred the privilege of uniting with each other in Thanksgiving and praise to our heavenly Father for his protecting care of us this far in the perils and recipitudes of this poor life.5

  1. I have standardized the instances of time references found in the journal as “o’clk.”  (back)
  2. A neighbor, Larkin S. Garrett (1833-1886).  (back)
  3. Likely the Col. McLaughlin who visits three days later. This Jim is another of the Littlepage slaves. Caroline also mentions other non-slave “Jims” as the journal progresses. Sorting them out will sometimes be difficult.  (back)
  4. This would be Zion that was located at what is now White’s Shop – the intersection of Highway 30 and the road to Lanesville. Zion was founded about 20 years earlier by those who split from the Cambellite Jerusalem Christian Church, itself split from Lower College Baptist – later modern Colosse Baptist. Members of Zion became know as Christadelphians, inspired and named by Dr. John Thomas, a former associate of Campbell. Zion was three – often bad – road miles from Woodbury. The congregation would move in about ten years to Lanesville and worship in a church built by Dr. Lemuel Edwards on his property.  (back)
  5. I have been unable to find “recipitudes” transcribed in any dictionary. Caroline’s intent seems evident by the context; she may have heard the term at Zion Church. Suggestions?  (back)

6 comments on “Sunday, 5 June, 1864

  1. Marie Jennings says:

    I look forward to this everyday – thank you so much. Actually found this word in another religious writing.
    308 SOUTHILAND WRITERS. closed, stretching forth their hands to grope blindly in their own created darkness, and yet cry out to their fellow-creatures for light. “…. TWhile others gaze on nature’s face – The verdant vale, the mountains, woods, and streams, Or with delight ineffable survey The sun, bright image of his parent GodWhile others view heaven’s all-involving arch Bright with unnumbered worlds, and, lost in joy, Fair order and utility behold; To them those fair recipitudes are lost, The grace and beauty blotted from their view.” Yes, wilfully blotted out, because, “having eyes, they see not.” And with the ever-welling fountain of joy at their feet, they never stoop to taste its sweet waters, though their souls be famishing with thirst; for the great Creator gave man a soul, not only cap’able of appreciating joy, but so constituted him that he cannlot live without it, more than the flowers can live without the grateful showers and refreshing dews; and those who refuse to slake their thirst at the rippling rill because they cannot reach the broad and flowing streams, or muddy the water to others by discontent, are well worthy of the name of “grumblers.” They wander in the orange-groves and citron-bowers, -Where loveliness finds ever a dwelling-place – where nature loves to sit a flower-crowned queen – where ” Happiness courts them in her best array; But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench, They pout upon her fortune and her love; and the Sunny South, that wooed pure souls and large hearts with her ever varying scenes of beauty, and enticed them by her charms to linger long and break forth in glad songs of joyful harmony, comes to them only as a hot clime. Amid the sublimity of mountain scenery, and the gorgeous grandeur of snow-clad peaks, where the ice-king waves his frozen sceptre, evoking from discriminating souls the grand poems that will ever echo through the long corridors of futurity, where great minds and noble intellects have bowed in admiration, they turn shivering away. And so with everything in life, they, “… by gathering up the rills Of lesser griefs spread real ills, And with their gloomy shades conceal The land-marks }Hope would else reveal.” The rippling rills and running brooks make no music to their ears; the sweet sound of falling waters and the louder roar of cataracts is to them but noise!

    • Bibb says:

      Thanks Marie. Just the kind of response I’m hoping for. Any idea of the author?

  2. Malindi says:

    LARKIN GARRETT?!?!

  3. Margaret Overton says:

    I found that word, too. Interesting, that. Let’s keep searching! Now I’m really curious.

  4. […] The church Caroline attended, Zion, would soon take the denominational name Christadelphian, which was footnoted earlier. For a contemporary Christadelphian analysis of the hymn, click […]

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