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 North Carolina on a tour of inspection.

            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.

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