From Washington.
[Special correspondence of the Dispatch.
Washington, Feb. 25, 1861
Let the Virginia Convention rejoice.
Seward has had Lincoln in his embrace ever since he sneaked into this city.
Chase is completely outwitted.
Virginia is safe and dishonored. --Seward is henceforth her master; free-soil her doom.
The last thing I heard last night, was that Mr. Tyler had denied that he told Mr. Segar that there would be a satisfactory adjustment.
The first thing I heard this morning, was that he had repeated the assertion.
Believe nothing till your Commissioners return home — which they will do to-morrow, the day after, the next day, or in the course of events.
Lincoln is described as a long, lank, bony, awkward, ill-mannered, hard-favored, plain-spoken man, with a head that indicates original sense, and a mouth betraying humor, irresolution, and a love of the good things of this life.
His neck is inordinately long, having from two to ten more joints in it than any other neck — according to the sworn statements of reliable anatomists.
When the Peace Congress called on him on Saturday night last, it was observed that his greeting of Judge Summers was very cordial.
‘"I have heard a good deal about you occasionally, Judge."’ said he to him.
Sunday morning, Old Buck was down at Brown's before nine o'clock. It is supposed he came to see Mr. Tyler.
After remaining a few moments, he drove off rapidly in the direction of the Capitol.
What he sought in that direction, nobody knows.
His anxiety was explained, later in the day, by the report of an attack on Fort Pickens.
Through Mr. Tyler's exertions, it is believed the attack will be postponed until Lincoln's policy is announced definitely.
Rumor says that Wigfall will call on Old Abe and demand a categorical answer in regard to coercion.
I would give twenty dollars, if I had them to spare, to be present at the interview.
Wigfall is the beau ideal of a revolutionist.
At the time reinforcements were about to be sent to Sumter, he scared old Toucey nearly to death, and made him back flat down.
There was a Cabinet meeting last night in regard to Fort Pickens.
Result not known.
The Van Wyck assassination canard was gotten up to influence the election in New Hampshire.
So was a Richmond letter in Saturday's Tribune, which represents Virginia as rising in favor of free soil, and gives Messrs. Clemens, Jackson, Scott, Stuart, and McDowell Moore an unenviable notoriety.--The belief is that Van Wyck got whipped in a house of ill-fame.
The ladies of New York are getting up a monster petition in favor of the Union, such as it is. Of course, of course.
Why not?
Lincoln is much jaded by his recent triumphal tour and sneaking entrance into this city, --I should not be at all surprised if his fate shall be that of Harrison and Taylor — death from exhaustion after a month's Presidential labor.
He is strictly guarded by policemen.
Theophilus Fiske is preaching Universalism here, and Rev. John Lord lecturing on ‘"Great Representative Women."’ The day is brilliant and bracing.
Very cold yesterday towards night. Zed.
