My dear wife: Here I am in the Capitol at twelve M. The weather is cloudy and cool. I am very well, considering this variable climate. I am tired of the excitement here. It has become monotonous.

The political currents change here as the weather does. If nothing is done for the South at this time it will probably be because of the purpose to fully inform the Northern public of our condition, so as to justify military governments when Congress meets next winter. There need be no fear that Congress will not rule. However tardy it may appear to be it will hold the South with a hand of iron. Sion H. Rodgers sees and feels this. He seems anxious for my acquittal.

My number is 715, Eleventh St., though I get letters as well addressed to the Ebbitt. 

I will write again to-morrow. I dreamed last night of you and Charlie. Don't tell the other children, for though I think of all, and love them equally, yet I can not so arrange it as to dream of all of them.