Linkin sed he felt bad, too, but the Deacon declared he felt first rate. I telled Linkin I must have sum Old Rye afore I could go to bed, and he sed his nerves were very oneasy too. So the feller in bad clothes fetched in the black bottle, and we tuk a good swig. I telled the Deacon that he needn't take enny, as he felt so good, but he would have sum. The Deacon pretends to be a grate temperance man wen he is hum, but I find he likes a glass of wisky now and then, espeshily if he thinks the Downingville folks won't heer of it. I hope I shall heer frum Jerusha by the time I rite to you agin. Your frend, MAJER JACK DOWNING. LETTER V. _A Blue Time--The Major Wins a Hat of the President--The Richmond Expedition of Gen. McClellan--Mr. Lincoln's Trick on the Major--A Letter From Jerusha Matilda Jenkins--She Gives Her Experience in Negro Teaching--Priscella Huggins and Elder Sniffles--Cloe, the Negro Girl who "Could not be Good unless she was Licked"--A Negro Meeting--Dancing and Singing--The Unpleasant Odor--Negroes Steal Miss Huggins' Clothes --They Purloin Jerusha's Petticoat--It is Thought that their Religion is not "Very Deep"--Mr. Lincoln Hears the Letter Read--He Declares that Port Royal is a "Cussed Hole"--Deacon Jenkins Shocked--He Proves it by the Scriptures._ WASHINGTON, April 1st, 1862. _To the Editers of The Cawcashin_: SURS:--I've ben awfully down in the mouth sence I writ you last. Things don't move nigh as fast as we all expected they would a spell ago; but I can't tell you the resin, for it wouldn't do to rite noose, for the rebils would get it. Linkin has ben feelin amazin bad; one day, wen we both had the dumps, Seward cum in, and ses he, "cheer up; its all goin to be over in thirty days." Linkin ses Seward reminds him of fellers he's seen out West who had the ager and fever. One day they think they are well, and the next they are shakin agin like all possessed. Wal, Linkin ralely did think that McClellan would be in Richmond by the 1st of April, even McClellan thought so. I telled Linkin he wouldn't, and bet him a bran new hat on it. So to-day I won it, but will you believe it, Linkin got a bet on me. He's a dredful cute critter in his way. Ses he to me, kinder funnin me I thought, ses he, "Majer, will you make a bet with me?" Ses I, "Yes, Kernel, I've jest won a bet of you, and taint more than fair to let you have a chanst now." "Wal," ses he, "I'll bet you a hat that I kin sneeze jest wen I've a mind to." Ses I, "Kernel, I don't believe it, and so I'll bet you. Now," ses I, "let's see you sneeze." "Wal," ses he, "I aint a _mind_ to now. So," ses he, "hand over that new hat." Ses he, "Majer, you aint quite as smart as you thought you was." Ses I, "Kernel, now jest hold on about the forty-leventh part of a minit. You bet me a _new_ hat, but I only bet you a _hat_, so," ses I, "you kin take the _old one_!" "Wal," ses Linkin, "Majer, you are jest the keenest Yankee I ever heerd tell on.