Cloudy and cool.
Cannon heard down the river.
No war news. But
blockade-running at Wilmington has ceased; and common calico, now at $25 per
yard, will soon be $50.
The stupor in
official circles continues, and seems likely to continue.
A secret detective
told the Assistant Secretary, yesterday, that a certain member of Congress was
uttering treasonable language; and, for his pains, was told that matters of
that sort (pertaining to members of Congress) did not fall within his
(detective's) jurisdiction. It is the policy now not to agitate the matter of disloyalty,
but rather to wink at it, and let it die out—if it will; if it won't, I suppose
the government must take its chances, whatever they may be.
Breckinridge, it is
now said, will not be Secretary of War: the position which Mr. Seddon is
willing to abandon, cannot be desirable. And Northrop, Commissary-General, is
still held by the President, contrary to the wishes of the whole Confederacy.
Flour is $1250 per
barrel, to-day.
A detective reports
that one of the committee (Mr. Mc-?) selected by Mr. Secretary Seddon to hunt
up flour for Gen. Lee's army, has a large number of barrels secreted in his own
dwelling! But they must not be touched.
Gen. Lee writes that
he thinks the crisis (starvation in the army) past. Good.
In South Carolina we
hear of public meetings of submission, etc.
SOURCE: John
Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary at the Confederate
States Capital, Volume 2, p. 390-1
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