May 17 — About a dozen of us members of the battery went to Bridgewater to-day to attend church. The Rev. Mr. Carson, chaplain of the Seventh Virginia Cavalry, preached from the tenth chapter and twenty-third verse of Hebrews.
Bridgewater is a pretty little town of about five hundred inhabitants. It is situated on North River and on the Warm Spring pike, seven miles southwest of Harrisonburg. The little town is neat and the streets are clean, and a row of pretty shade trees, mostly maple, extends along both sides of Main Street, affording a grateful and inviting shade during the noontide of summer and autumn.
