Metropolitan Hotel in New York for passing
himself off as an aide-de-camp of Mc Clellan:
that he has been put in irons on board, is ser-
vant to a doctor and a rogue generally. I
infer his object in addressing me was some
wild hope of getting his name mentioned in
the Tribune. A brief talk with Gen. Banks,
in conjunction with Hamilton. Scribbling
awhile on deck. In cabin. Weather rolly.
Lunch in the hospitable cabin, as usual. Eve-
ning beginning a sea letter to the Tribune. Ale
with A. C. Hills. We are now off the extreme
point of the peninsula of Florida. Up to 12 1/2
P. M. in Gen. Hamilton�s cabin with him and
Shaw, and Hamilton of the Times.
10. Wednesday. A lovely day; scribbling
awhile. Stood beer to Hills (A. C.) and Howell.
Loafing. A doze after dinner. Hamilton�s
song in rehearsal in our cabin: five soldiers
present, with door and window shut on
a sultry afternoon. A �Serenade� to Gen. Banks.
Reading �Orley Farm.� Mutual confidences of
Shaw and Herbert, both telling me how they
detest one another. Shaw had a talk with
Gen. Banks and pronounced him �not sound�
on anti-slavery principles. A. C. Hills dis-
coursing of the practices of the �Sous of Malta,�
of which he had been Head Something-or-other,