Rained hard all
night, and a good deal to-day. Between 10 and 11 P.M. last evening, as we were
retiring, a musket was fired, somewhere in the rear of the building, and
fragments of lime and brick were heard rattling against the window-shutters.
This morning I perceived where the ball struck, a few inches below the
window-sill of the chamber on the second floor, where Custis and Tom were
lying. Some one, I suppose, had heedlessly fired his gun, after returning from
the fortifications.
Well, the papers
to-day fall below the official announcement of the work of yesterday afternoon.
Gen. Lee's dispatch says we captured 2700 prisoners near Petersburg on the
Weldon Road. No other particulars are given, and the affair is still in
mystery, for some purpose, perhaps.
It is rumored that
Gen. Hampton captured 4000 men last night or this morning; but I doubt. Without
that, the week's work is good—Grant losing from 10,000 to 15,000 men.
A few more weeks, at
that rate, will consume his army, and then—peace ?
Gen. Bragg
complains, in a letter to the Secretary of War, that the orders of the
department, and of the Adjutant-General, are not furnished him, which must
diminish, if persisted in, his usefulness in the important position to which
the President has called him. They are all inimical to Bragg—all but the
President, who is bound in honor to sustain him.
The price of flour
has fallen again; Lee's victory frightening the dealers.
Robert Hill,
commission merchant, Bank Street, gave me two pounds of coffee to-day when I
told him of Lee's dispatch. It was accepted, of course, and is worth some $20
per pound.
Guns are heard down
the river again this evening, and all are wondering what Lee is doing now.
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