From Eleanor’s Private Journal
Dr. Merriweather’s Private Office
Richmond Confederate Hospital
March 9 and 10, 1862

Previous page torn, ink heavily blotted

My hands shake so violently I can scarce control this pen. The letters waver and blur before my eyes, though whether from trembling or tears I cannot determine. I write by candlelight in Dr. Merriweather’s private office, where he has confined me for my own safety and that of others. What I must record defies comprehension. Yet the scientific m...