red brigands he attempted to guide into the heart of Richmond.
His name is John A. Hogan, an Irishman by birth, twenty-three years old, tall and lithe, with a fine 63, and knew the officers of the prison.
Then recognizing Mr. Ross, the clerk, Hogan broke out, How do you do, Lieutenant Ross?
Glad to see you.
Hogan boasted of Hogan boasted of his narrow escape, having had four bullets put through his clothing and hair.
In reply to a question as to what he was fighting for, he replied he was fighting for fun. When such fun ends in a hempen rope, as we trust it will, Hogan will cease to estimate his business a joke.
Hogan disposed of for the present, we would inquiHogan disposed of for the present, we would inquire who is this John C. Babcock who sent Hogan on his own horse to Dahlgren?
If found, he should certainly be sent headlong after Dahlgren, or brought to Richmond toHogan on his own horse to Dahlgren?
If found, he should certainly be sent headlong after Dahlgren, or brought to Richmond to participate in whatever fate awaits the outlaws of his command held here,--Richmond Examiner, March 8.
Gen. Elzey's congratulations.