On the 13th of December  God blessed us with a great victory at Fredericksburg. Upwards of eighteen thousand of the enemy were killed. We lost but one thousand. Even the Yankees acknowledge it to be a great defeat.
The battle took place in and around the town the streets were strewn with the fallen enemy, the houses were broken open, sacked and used for hospitals and their dead were buried in almost every yard.
Dr. Nichols was thereâ€”came as an amateur with his friend Genâ€™ Hookerâ€”he occupied Uncle Johnâ€™s house (where his wife has been most hospitably entertained for weeks at a time) drank up Uncle Jâ€™s wine, used his flour and ate up Ellen Mercerâ€™s preserves.
delicacy, and so cold blooded and heartless as to comeâ€”not at the stern call of duty, but for the love of itâ€”to gloat over the desolated homes of people he once called friends, and who are relations and connections of his wifeâ€™s.
This blog complements the Library of Congress exhibition, “The Civil War in America.” This series of posts chronicles the sacrifices and accomplishments of thoseâ€”from both the North and Southâ€”whose lives were lost or affected by the events of 1861â€“1865. To learn more about the object featured in this blog entry, visit the online exhibition.