not. The Tribune, urged on by its Washington correspondent, "J. S. P," is much alarmed at the prospect.
But, then, a friend just from New York, tells me that four-fifths of the Democracy there are in favor of coercion, and one Soerman, of that city, an influential politician, reached here last night in a state of frenzied passion against the South.
So, at least, I heard.
At the Theatre, yesterday evening, I saw Hackett play Sir Pertinax Mac sycophant — He is a capital actor.
Miss Alice Pracide Mann, a stylish, pretty, graceful, spirited woman, played her part admirably.
The weather this morning is as capricious and unreliable as Buchanan's consonance.--When I went to breakfast, it was snowing; when I left the hotel for the post-office, it was raining; when I left the post-office, it was snowing again; and now it don't know exactly what it is doing.
I believe it is trying to rain.
Wilson, the Massachusetts cobbler, speaks in the Senate to-day.
Unwilling to muddy my