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Cassius M. Clay, Minister to Russia, offered his services to Secretary Cameron, either as an officer to raise a regiment, or as a private in the ranks. Mr. Cameron said: Sir, this is the first instance I ever heard of where a foreign Minister volunteered in the ranks. Then, said Clay, let's make a little history. He has been surrounded by friends, shaking hands and congratulating him. He will not leave the country just yet.--Times, April 19. Cassius M. Clay, Minister to Russia, offered his services to Secretary Cameron, either as an officer to raise a regiment, or as a private in the ranks. Mr. Cameron said: Sir, this is the first instance I ever heard of where a foreign Minister volunteered in the ranks. Then, said Clay, let's make a little history. He has been surrounded by friends, shaking hands and congratulating him. He will not leave the country just yet.--Times, April 19.
Richmond, Va., April 23.--It is reported here that a dispatch has been received by Gov. Letcher from Mr. Cameron, the Secretary of War at Washington, inquiring whether if he came to Richmond he would be protected, his purpose being to ask for an armistice of sixty days.
mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft — I did but dream. [Loud knocking heard at the door.] Who knocks thus loudly? Seward--[without.] 'Tis I, my Lord! the White House cock; Thrice have I crowed since the day hath broke. [Enter Seward, Chase, Bates, Blair, Cameron, and Welles.] Cameron — How doth my good Lord? Lincoln — Indifferently well, methinks, good Coz, That confection of homminy and hog, which, as my wont, Late on yester eve I ate, did most wofully affect me. Have I no leech among my councillors chCameron — How doth my good Lord? Lincoln — Indifferently well, methinks, good Coz, That confection of homminy and hog, which, as my wont, Late on yester eve I ate, did most wofully affect me. Have I no leech among my councillors chosen, Who can minister to a body diseased? Alas, my friends! Bred to the chicane of the law, what know ye of the leap And bounds of rebellious blood by fitful fever stirred? Bates — My Liege, as I glanced o'er the morning prints, In which our glories are duly and at length set forth, Methought much praise was given to a medicament Yelept in foreign lore — Cephalic Pills! Lincoln — Away with this nostrum — I'll none of it! For know ye, I bought a box from a harum-scarum boy, Whom I e