A hundred of the Black militia are marched into the House, and placed under Campbell's orders.
Help is asked from the Federal officers, and in spite of the President's late rebuff this help is given, not only by the army, but the fleet.
General Emory sleeps at the Custom House, where his field-guns are supported by a troop of horse.
The Commodore lays his ships so as to rake the wharf and sweep Canal Street. A body of Marines is held in readiness to land.
General De Trobriand, Emory's Emory's second in command, receives orders to proceed at dawn to Royal Street.
Sheridan remains at his hotel.
Conservative scouts who visit the Rotunda, to observe his motions, find him as usual, dawdling about, puffing his cigar, and laughing with the members of his staff, as though he had no more concern with what is passing at the State House and the arsenals than any other guest in the hotel.
Carnival-day is nigh.
King Carnival is announced as coming; and the comic writers — a conspicuous bod