Rained all night;
glimpses of the sun between the running clouds this morning. Windy, and likely
to be cold.
Our iron-clad “Albemarle”
was blown up by a handful of the enemy at Plymouth—surprising the water pickets
(all asleep). The manner of the loss of the town, and of the
counties east of it, is not known yet; but everything was foretold by Mr.
Burgyson to the cabinet, then devoting their attention to the problem how to
violate the Constitution, and put into the trenches some fifty delicate clerks,
that their places might be filled by some of their own special favorites. Mr.
George Davis, Attorney-General, the instrument selected to rend the
Constitution, or rather to remove the obstacles out of the way, is from North
Carolina; and this blow bas fallen upon his own State!
We learn that gold
is rising rapidly in the North, which may be significant of President Lincoln's
re-election next week.
We get no news from
our armies except through the Northern papers—not reliable just now.
Gov. Allen, of
Louisiana, writes a furious letter to the Secretary of War, who ordered the
disbandment of the State Battalion. He says the order is a personal offense to
him and an insult to his State (he is a native Virginian), and he will resent
it and resist it to the last extremity. He gives notice that the 3d battalion
has been ordered back from the east side of the Mississippi River. The
battalion disbanded numbered but 150 men! A little business—like losing
one-fourth of North Carolina, to put out of office fifty clerks, whose tenure,
by the Constitution, is for life!
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