Last week it was whispered that the President contemplated visiting the Army of the Potomac, and, with the prospect of reviews, the troops set themselves hard at work burnishing arms, brightening up uniforms, and otherwise preparing for the grand inspection. Saturday we looked for him, and were disappointed. Saturday night, in the driving storm that swept down tents like cobwebs, we were glad that he had not come; but on Sunday morning, with the snow piled in huge drifts about the camps, and the wind whistling fiercely over the hills, a dispatch came saying that the President was on his way from Aquia to headquarters.
Of course there was great bustle. Carriages were dispatched to the station, escorted by the lancers; tents were hastily erected for the accommodation of the guests, and the quarters of Gen. Hooker put in order for the reception, while the staff ordered clean collars and an extra polish upon their boots. About eleven the cortège arrived, the President, Mrs. Lincoln and Master Lincoln riding with General Butterfield, and followed by the Attorney General and other gentlemen in another carriage. General Hooker came out upon the plank footwalk uncovered, welcomed the visitors warmly, and as suddenly disappeared with them in his tent, while the group of spectators gradually dispersed. There was no cheering or demonstrations of any kind. Curiosity seemed satisfied, and the officers retired to their quarters to talk over the event of the day and prepare for the expected reception.