by John Beauchamp Jones
SEPTEMBER 14TH.—Bright and cold.
Gen. Lee is in the city, looking after recruits, details, etc.
Mr. Secretary Seddon appears to be in very high spirits to-day, and says our affairs are by no means so desperate as they seem on the surface. I hope the good coming will come soon.
Gen. Beauregard has been sent to
No news of our wheat and molasses yet; and we have hardly money enough to live until the next pay-day. We have no coal yet.
Four o’clock P.M. A brisk cannonade down the river is distinctly heard. It is not supposed to be a serious matter,—perhaps we are shelling Gen. Butler’s observatory, erected within his lines to overlook ours.