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       The Marching of the Seventh Regiment.
	News from Baltimore.
Haney�s office, he out.   All New York alive with
flags; they decorate even the street-stalls and
the heads of the horses.     Looked into the Arms
store; Lindsay at Newhaven; his partner Merwyn
apparently nervous, with U. S. flags on the counter.
Returning to Bleecker Street.        Out after dinner,
met Cahill.       A great crowd to witness the de-
parture of New York�s crack regiment; when they
appeared a tremendous ovation in the way of cheers
and waving of handkerchiefs.      My companion
recognized Berger, but we could not see Phillips
or Kettle, or O�Brien.         The Seventh looked earnest
enough and did not march so well as usual.   Such
a God-speed as they got might make a coward
�rush to death as to a dance,� hugging darkness
as a bride.       This afternoons news of a riot
in Baltimore, in which a Massachusetts regi-
ment has been attacked by the mob with paving-
stones and bullets; has fired in response and
both sustained and inflicted loss of life � this
news, flashed over the telegraph-wires, added
to the interest of the scene.        When the men
had passed down the tumultuous street, Cahill,
Billington (who had joined us) and I went first
to a newsvender for a �Post,� then to a Volun-
teer recruiting station, opposite Maillard�s.