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      More talk of Volunteering.     At 745.
certain uncle of his was going to raise a caval-
ry regiment, in which he expected to get a com-
mand.       Previously I had met Clarence Eytinge,
his countenance all nose, as usual, and looking
so Hebraical that one involuntarily expected that
he would produce a hundred-bladed pen-knife
or a bag of lemons.     He didn�t, however, but
told me that he had got a command in the �Scott
Life Guard� � the regiment which Boweryem
first volunteered into.             Writing till 9 in
the evening, then to 745; knowing that Haney
was there and being pretty certain that Tommy
was not.       Found the first, Mrs. Edwards,
Matty and Eliza; the latter remote on the so-
fa, Matty half-asleep over a book
in the arm-chair.    A twinge of gout had sent
Mr. Edwards to bed; Sally had retired, also,
and Eliza presently joined her.     Talked with
Mrs E., Haney, and Jack.     The loss of all South-
ern custom has operated disastrously on Mrs. E�s
business � the more�s the pity.      Jack had received
a letter from Charles Honeywell, at Washington,
describing the march of the �Seventh� thither, from
Annapolis.    (There were three columns about it
in to-day�s �Times� from O�Brien, involving the
usual amount of �the hoighth of foine writing,�