Bright and frosty.
All quiet below.
Another day, and if it remains quiet, we may know that Lincoln will be
re-elected.
It is said news came
from the North last night, that gold sold for $260, and that Governor Seymour
had ordered the militia of New York to be in readiness for the protection of
the polls on Tuesday next.
G. W. Randolph, late
Secretary of War, has sailed for Europe, taking his family with him. Other
quondam Confederate States functionaries have gone, or are going. Many have
realized fortunes, who were poor, and this country has ceased to be the one
to enjoy them in.
A parting letter was
written by Mr. Randolph to his friend, R. G. H. Kean, Chief of the Bureau of
War-appointed by Mr. R., and from whom I derived the information of the sailing
of his patron. Such departures, at a crisis like this, spread additional doubts
in the community. Mr. R. was not liable to conscription, if averse to fighting
more in our cause, being exempted by Governor Smith as a member of the Common
Council.
To-morrow is the day
fixed for the reassembling of our Congress, but doubts are entertained whether
there will be a quorum.
We shall soon have
lively news from Beauregard. If I understand his letter of the 24th ult., he is
determined to march the army without delay into Middle Tennessee, leaving
Sherman on his right flank and rear. It is a desperate conception, and will
probably be a brilliant success—or a sad disaster. Napoleon liked such games.
If Beauregard really bas great genius, he has now the field on which to display
it. If the Tennesseeans and Kentuckians rise, momentous events may follow; if
not, it is probably the last opportunity they will have. They have their choice—but blood is the price of independence.
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