er had a famous attack on the President to-day (from the pen, I think, of a military man, on Gen. Scott's staff, when Mr. Davis was Secretary of War), for alleged stubbornness and disregard of the popular voice; for appointing Pemberton, Holmes, Mallory, etc., with a side fling at Memminger.
August 6
A dispatch from Gen. Lee shows that he is still falling back (this side the Rapidan), but gradually concentrating his forces.
There may be another battle speedily-and if our army does not ga. C. has purchased £40,000 worth of bacon, but Major Huse, he apprehends, is endeavoring to prevent its shipment.
Can this be so?
The Charleston Mercury that came to-day contains an editorial broadside against the President, Mr. Benjamin, Mr. Mallory, and Commissary-General Northrop.
Mr. Gilmer, lawyer, remarked to me to-day that some grave men (1) really believed Davis and Lincoln had an understanding, and were playing into each other's hands to prolong the war, knowing that peace wou
eems no scarcity of dry-goods of the ordinary kinds; bombazines, silks, etc., are scarce and very high; carpets are not to be found — they are too large to run the blockade from Baltimore, from which city many of our goods come.
November 9, 1863.
We are now quite comfortably fixed, in what was once my mother's chamber, and most unexpectedly we have a carpet.
The other day, while entertaining some friends, in this chamber by night, dining-room by day, and parlour ever and anon, Mrs. Secretary Mallory walked in, who, like ourselves, has had many ups-and-downs during the Confederacy, and therefore her kind heart knows exactly how to sympathize with others.
While talking away, she suddenly observed that there was no carpet on the floor, and exclaimed, Mrs.-- , you have no carpet!
My boxes have just come from Montgomery, where I left them two years ago, filled with carpets and bedding.
I have five, and I will lend you one.
Don't say a word; I couldn't be comfortable, and think of