by John Beauchamp Jones
MARCH 15TH.—A clear, cool morning; but rained in the evening.
By the correspondence of the department, I saw to-day that 35,000 bushels of corn left North Carolina nearly a week ago for Lee’s army, and about the same time 400,000 pounds of bacon was in readiness to be shipped from Augusta, Ga. At short rations, that would furnish bread and meat for the army several weeks.
We hear nothing additional from the enemy on the Peninsula. I doubt whether they mean fight.
We are buoyed again with rumors of an intention on the part of France to recognize us. So mote it be! We are preparing, however, to strike hard blows single-handed and unaided, if it must be.
