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Judge Campbell to Seward, who appointed the ensuing Monday (April 1) for an interview and answer. At that interview Seward informed Judge Campbell that the President was concerned about the contents of the telegram—there was a point of honor involved; that Lamon had no agency from him, nor title to speak. Letter to Colonel Munford, above cited. This late suggestion of the point of honor would seem, under the circumstances, to have been made in a spirit of sarcastic pleasantry, like Sir John Falstaff's celebrated discourse on the same subject. The only substantial result of the conversation, however, was the written assurance of Seward, to be communicateed to the commissioners, that the Government will not undertake to supply Fort Sumter without giving notice to Governor Pickens. This, it will be observed, was a very material variation from the positive pledge previously given, and reiterated, to the commissioners, to Governor Pickens, and to myself directly, that the fort was
tate the exiled President, in his lost position, by engaging in a military expedition, with him, to the mainland. Here was a chance, now, for an ambitious man! I might become the Warwick of Venezuela, and put the crown on another's head, if I might not wear it myself. I might hoist my admiral's flag, on board the Sumter, and take charge of all the piraguas, and canoes, that composed the Venezuelan navy, whilst my colleague mustered those men in buckram, so graphically described by Sir John Falstaff, and made an onslaught upon his despoiler. But unfortunately for friend Castro, I was like one of those damsels who had already plighted her faith to another, before the new wooer appeared—I was not in the market. I listened courteously, however, to what the secretary had to say; told him, that I felt flattered by the offer of his chief, but that I was unable to accept it. I cannot, I continue. consistently with my obligations to my own country, engage in any of the revolutionary m
the same ship's company. These gentlemen play a very unimportant role in seamanship, but they take a high rank among the crew, when fun and frolic, and not seamanship, are the order of the day—or rather night. In the Alabama, we had a capital Falstaff, though Jack's capacious pouch was not often with fat capon lined; and as for sherry-sack, if he now and then got a good glass of red-eye instead, he was quite content. We had several Hals, who had defied their harsh old papas, and given them the slip, to keep Falstaff company; and as for raconteurs, we had them by the score. Some of these latter were equal to the Italian lazzaroni, and could extemporize yarns by the hour; and there is nothing of which a sailor is half so fond as a yarn. It was my custom, on these occasions, to go forward on the bridge—a light structure spanning the deck, near amidships —which, in the twilight hours, was a sort of lounging-place for the officers, and smoke my single cigar, and listen to whatever m<
coast. We were now about to make a long voyage, tedious to the unphilosophical mariner, but full of interest to one who has an eye open to the wonders and beauties of nature. My first duty, upon going on deck, was to put the ship under sail, and let the steam go down; and my second, to have an interview with the passengers, who had come on board, overnight. We were now on the high seas, and might, with all due respect to Queen Victoria, put them under contract. If the reader recollects Falstaff's description of his ragged battalion, he will have a pretty good idea of the personnel I had before me. These subjects of the Queen stood in all they possessed. None of them had brought any baggage on board with them. Ragged blue and red flannel shirts, tarred trousers, and a mixture of felt hats and Scotch caps, composed their wardrobe. Their persons had passed muster of the surgeon, it is true, but it was plain that it would require a deal of washing and scrubbing and wholesome feedi
ay morning, about half past 11 o'clock, the 2d regiment of the Sickels New York Brigade arrived by way of the Philadelphia and Wilmington Railroad. Many regiments of inferior-looking men have passed through the city, but the worst of those already noticed were excellent compared with this regiment. Of all the ragtags and bob tails which have ever been mustered into service, there has been none to compare with this regiment, unless it might be the country gang of the jolly old knight, Sir John Falstaff. Some had uniforms on, and some had parts of uniforms, and others were dressed in rags. In appearance they looked as though they had been drinking something besides water for the past few years. Some were lame, several blind of an eye, most of them knocked kneed and pigeon-toed. The regiment is commanded by Col. Geo. R. Hall, and marched by way of Lombard street to the Camden station, where they took the cars for Washington. About seven o'clock in the evening, the 4th regiment