The last day of the old year dawned fair & frosty, warm when the sun got up, balmy like Spring. There has many a promising youth began this year full of life & vigour, that have not lived to see the old year out. God grant them peace is my prayer. No prospect of peace soon. England is kicking up a pompus about the capture of Mason & Slidell. I hope Lincoln may hold on to them & then woe be to the North.
I cut Pinck a jeans coat but did not make it all today. Hanes nursed Willie. He attends to him now every day. Atheline works out. Fannie does the cooking.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)