by John Beauchamp Jones
MARCH 29TH.—A furious gale, eastern, and rain.
No news, except the appearance of a few gun-boats down the river; which no one regards as an important matter.
Great crowds are funding their Treasury notes to-day; but prices of provisions are not diminished. White beans, such as I paid $60 a bushel for early in this month, are now held at $75. What shall we do to subsist until the next harvest?
