Mrs. Lyon’s Diary.
April 5.—We marched through to Greenville, 19 miles. I was the only lady from the 13th. We started off behind balky mules. They ran down every hill, and would not go up the hills. They finally ran off a bridge at the bottom of a hill. Colonel McConnell came to my rescue and I then rode with Mrs. Moody in a pleasant ambulance with the 2d Division. Got to camp and put up the tent to stay. We think we will get a good rest here.
April 5.—I feel as if we were groping in the dark; no one knows what to do. The Yankees, so far, have behaved humanely. As usual, they begin with professions of kindness to those whom they have ruined without justifiable cause, without reasonable motive, without right to be here, or anywhere else within the Southern boundary. General Ord is said to be polite and gentlemanly, and seems to do every thing in his power to lessen the horrors of this dire calamity. Other officers are kind in their departments, and the negro regiments look quite subdued. No one can tell how long this will last. Norfolk had its day of grace, and even New Orleans was not down-trodden at once. There are already apprehensions of evil. Is the Church to pray for the Northern President? How is it possible, except as we pray for all other sinners? But I pause for further developments.
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