I DID NOT ATTEND THE RECEPTION TODAY, LABORING ALL THE morning under a great disgust. I left Willards yesterday & went to live at Club today.1
The President and Secretary of War today Jan. 2, 1864 commissioned me to go down to Lookout Point and deliver to Gen. Marston the book of oaths and the accompanying blanks and explain to him the mode in which they are to be used. Gen Butler was ordered by telegraph to meet me there and consult as to the manner of carrying out the Presidents plan for pardoning and enlisting the repentant rebels. I bore a letter for Gen. Butler's instruction.2
I went on board a little tug at the 7th Street wharf, and rattled and rustled through the ice to Alexandria where I got on board the Clyde most palatial of steam tugs: fitted up with a very pretty cabin and berths heated by steam and altogether sybaritic in its appointments.
The day was bitterly cold and the wind was malignant on the Potomac. I shut myself up in my gorgeous little cabin and scribbled and read and slept all day. The Captain thought best to lay to for a while in the night, so we put in at Smith's creek and arrived at Point Lookout in the early morning. I went to the headquarters of the General accompanied by a young officer who asked my name & got it. I felt little interest in his patronymic & it is now gone into the oblivion of those ante Agamemnona. It was so cold that nobody was stiring. A furry horse was crouching by the wall. "Hello Billy! Cold, Aint it?" said my companion Billy was indignantly silent. We