M.-Three proclamations have just been issued!
One (a joint one) from the President and the Governor, calling upon everybody to organize themselves into companies, battalions, and regiments, when they will be armed.
They say no time is to be lost, the danger is great.
The Mayor, in his document, warns the people in time to avoid the fate of New Orleans.
He says the enemy is advancing on the city, and may assail it before Monday morning. This is Saturday.
The third proclamation is by E. B. Robinson, one of my printers, twenty years ago, at Washington.
He calls upon all natives of Maryland and the District of Columbia to report to him, and he will lead them against the enemy, and redeem them from the imputation of skulking or disloyalty cast upon poor refugees by the flint-hearted Shylocks of Richmond, who have extorted all their money from them.
Besides these inflammatory documents, the militia colonels have out notices for all men under forty-five years of age to meet in Broa
n, through the French Consul, to the Emperor.
The French frigates in New York are there on this errand.
I attended a meeting of mechanics and citizens at the City Hall last night.
The prime mover of this organization is E. B. Robinson, some twenty years ago one of my printers in the Madisonian office.
It was fully attended, and although not so boisterous as might have been expected, was, nevertheless, earnest and determined in its spirit.
Resolutions instructing Mr. Ran; but Mr. Wyndham Robertson, the delegate, has resigned.
Nearly all the papers have taken ground against the Maximum bill.
To-night a mass meeting is called, to urge the passage of the bill.
The mass meeting to-night was a small affair.
Mr. Robinson, my old compositor, made a speech, abusing the editors; but the editors have succeeded in putting down for the present the cry for bread.
I fear, however, it is but the work of Sisyphus, and it may destroy them; for, if the measure fails befo