™ • — — — --- * - * . • —--- t—During the recent levee at the WhiteHouse, a letter writer noticed standing tv?the side of the President, and dressed inblack velvet, without ornaments of anykind, save two dark, plain jewels in herhead dress, chatty, affable and self-posses-ed, Mrs. Lincoln receiving her friends,who, despite the gloomy unpleasant dayand drizzling rain, were present in crowds to grtet her at this, her first public reception since the death of “Willie*” A gentleman, after being introduced to her, said: “I came to Washington to see my son, who was w’ounded at Fredericksburg. ” “I hope, sir, he is not seriously wounded,” she replied, syinpathizingly. “Indeed, madam, he is,’’ showing her his ambro-type. “A noble looking fellow,” said she; “it is indeed time that this war should cease, it causes so much suffering, and wre are losing so many noble j^ung men.”