Mr. SEWARD rose to add only a word, and that word was "Pickens."

The Secretary of the Interior observed, that as Charleston harbor wasn't

in his department, he would say nothing.

Mr. BATES urged that the people of his section were loyal to the flag;

in fact, they not only wanted the flag but the Capitol itself, and the

national buildings (except the monument), removed to St. Louis; if they

couldn't get that, they might be satisfied if Fort Sumter were towed

around there, up the Mississippi. It would certainly be a good deal

safer there.

Mr. GIDEON WELLES wanted it distinctly understood that Gen. SCOTT, Gen.

HOLT, Capt. FOX and the _Powhatan_ could save the country if Mr. SEWARD

would let them; otherwise he would make a minute of these deliberations,

and if his friend Mr. YOUNG (whom he was pleased to see present) didn't

expose it, he himself would put it in the shape of a lively sketch, and

send it to the magazines.

"Well--now," said Mr. LINCOLN, after patiently waiting, "this reminds me

of the man in Pomeroy, Ohio, who kept what he called an 'eating saloon.'

One morning, a tall hoosier came in and called for ham and eggs. 'Can't

giv 'em to ye, stranger,' said the proprietor, 'but what'll ye hav'

t'drink?--don't keep nothin' but a bar.' 'Yer don't? Then what'n thunder

yer got that sign out thar for?' for the fellow was a little mad. 'Why

yer see I call her a eating saloon, 'cos I reckon she eats up all the

profits."

This beautiful and appropriate anecdote, which seemed to throw a flood

of light upon the critical State question under consideration, pleased

every one except FLOYD, who swore it was ungenerous and unchivalric.

Hastily withdrawing, he threatened to telegraph it verbatim to the

insurgents; it would fire the Southern heart.

SEWARD said he was going home, as he had already sent the _Powhatan_ to

PICKENS.

Mr. LINCOLN yawned, and turning to me, inquired: "Well, SARSFIELD, you

see what a man's got to do to run this machine,--now what's your

advice?"

"Your Excellency," I replied, "there's a man in the tanning business at

Galena, in your State. Telegraph him at once. His name is GRANT, and if

you give him the tools to work with, he'll straighten everything out for

you as neat as a pin."

The meeting dissolved without taking heed of my suggestion, and the

world knows the result. However, there's one thing I am proud of. I

claim to have discovered GRANT four years before WASHBURN did. That's

the secret why I can have any office I want under the present

administration.

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