y one of the Williamsburg volunteers came into the department proper; and he will make his way, for he is a flatterer.
He told me he had read my Wild Western scenes twice, and never was so much entertained by any other book.
He went to work with hearty good-will.
Col. Bledsoe has given up writing almost entirely, but he groans as much as ever.
He is like a fish out of water, and unfit for office.
Another clerk has been appointed; a sedate one, by the name of Shepherd, and a former pupil of the colonel's.
I received several hints that the Chief of the Bureau was not at all a favorite with the Secretary, who considered him utterly unfit for the position; and that it could hardly be good policy for me to be on terms of such intimacy with him. Policy!
A word I never appreciated, a thing I never knew.
All I know is that Col. Bledsoe has been appointed by the President to fill an important position; and the same power appoints the secretaries, and can u
f the Bureau is drawing a fine salary and performing no service.
Still, it is not without the sweat of his brow, and many groans.
Major Tyler's health has improved, but I do not perceive a resumption of his old intimate relations with the Secretary.
Yet he is doing the heavy epistolary work, being a lawyer; and the correspondence sometimes embracing diverse legal points.
My intimacy with the colonel continues.
It seems he would do anything in the world for me. He has put Mr. Shepherd to issuing passports to the camps, etc.-the form being dictated by the Secretary.
These are the first passports issued by the government.
I suggested that they should be granted by and in the name of the Chief of the Bureau of War-and a few were so issued-but the Secretary arrested the proceeding.
The Secretary was right, probably, in this matter.
The President is appointing generals enough, one would suppose.
I hope we shall have men for them.
From five to ten thousand volunteer
in arms against such fearful odds as are now arrayed against them.
Mr. Kean, the young Chief of the Bureau of War, has come in from the front, with a boil on his thigh.
He missed the sport of the battle to-day.
Mr. Peck, the agent to purchase supplies for his starving fellowclerks, confesses that he bought 10 barrels of flour and 400 pounds of bacon for himself; 4 barrels of flour for Judge Campbell, Assistant Secretary of War; 4 barrels for Mr. Kean, 1 for Mr. Cohen, and 1 for Mr. Shepherd.
This has produced great indignation among the 200 clerks who sent him, and who got but 73-pounds each, and they got 13 pounds of bacon each; while Mr. P. bought for himself 400 pounds.
The following dispatch from Gen. Lee cheered the city this morning.
None of the particulars of the battle have yet transpired, and all are looking hourly for a renewal of the contest.
headquarters army of Northern Virginia, October 13th, 1864. Hon. James A. Seddon, Secretary of War.
s in the United States), and grandson of Lund Washington, who, we learn by one of the published letters of Gen. Washington, was his overseer, with no traceable relationship to his family, was seated with him. He is chief clerk to Mr. Benjamin, a sinecure position in the State Department.
He was placed there by Mr. Hunter, after writing a series of communications for the Examiner, as Mr. Pollard informed me, denunciatory of Mr. Stephens, Vice-President Con.
Mr. Kean and Mr. Shepherd, the clean chief clerk, were also present, enjoying the Hon. Secretary's confidence.
They are all comparatively young men, whom the Secretary has not assigned to positions in the field, although men are alone wanted to achieve independence.
They were discussing a resolution of Congress, calling for the names, ages, etc. of the civil and military officers employed by the Secretary in Richmond, or it might have been the subject of the removal of the government, or the chances of success,