notice of reassembling, already published, they will be furnished
passports to return to their homes.

"Any of the persons named in the call signed by J. A. Campbell and
others, who are found in the city twelve hours after the
publication of this notice, will be subject to arrest, unless they
are residents of the city.

"E. O. C. ORD, Major-Gen. Commanding."

Judge Campbell informs me that he saw Gen. Ord yesterday, who promised
to grant me permission to take my family to the Eastern Shore of
Virginia, and suggesting some omissions and alterations in the
application, which I made. Judge C. is to see him again to-day, when I
hope the matter will be accomplished.

Judge Campbell left my application with Gen. Ord's youngest adjutant, to
whom he said the general had approved it. But the adjutant said it would
have to be presented again, as there was no indorsement on it. The judge
advised me to follow it up, which I did; and stayed until the adjutant
did present it again to Gen. Ord, who again approved it. Then the polite
aid accompanied me to Gen. Patrick's office and introduced me to him,
and to Lieut.-Col. John Coughlin, "Provost Marshal General Department of
Virginia," who indorsed on the paper: "These papers will be granted when
called for."

APRIL 17TH.--Bright and clear.

I add a few lines to my Diary. It was whispered, yesterday, that
President Lincoln had been assassinated! I met Gen. Duff Green, in the
afternoon, who assured me there could be no doubt of it. Still,
supposing it might be an April hoax, I inquired at the headquarters of
Gen. Ord, and was told it was true. I cautioned those I met to manifest
no _feeling_, as the occurrence might be a calamity for the South; and
possibly the Federal soldiers, supposing the deed to have been done by a
Southern man, might become uncontrollable and perpetrate deeds of horror
on the unarmed people.

After agreeing to meet Gen. Green this morning at the Provost Marshal's
office, and unite with him in an attempt to procure the liberation of
Capt. Warner, I returned home; and saw, on the way, Gen. Ord and his
staff riding out toward Camp Lee, with no manifestations of excitement
or grief on their countenances.

Upon going down town this morning, every one was speaking of the death
of Lincoln, and the _Whig_ was in mourning.

President Lincoln was killed by Booth (Jno. Wilkes), an actor. I suppose
his purpose is to live in history as