esolved not to be enslaved, remains to us. We can even then, as other nations have done before us, resolve ourselves into a guerilla force, composed of the whole country, and fight the battle for life or death, throughout a million of square miles.
But that time is not come.--They have not beaten our armies in pitched battles, nor do we believe they will ever do it. Beauregard, with a powerful force, is said the guardian of the Southwest.--Johnston, with a force still more powerful, faces McClellan at York, Stonewall Jackson presents an undaunted front in the Valley, our armies in Georgia and South Carolina are unsubdued, and we continue to hold our own in the Old North State.
The enemy has never been able to obtain an advantage over us, except by means of his gunboats.
Take him away from them, and we can always defeat him.
By the loss of New Orleans we are separated from West Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas, and Missouri.
But many of the brave troops from that side of the river a
de an assault on that gentleman, rendering it necessary that an armed guard should be placed over him. Lieut. Turner, who has charge of the prison, came in about 10 o'clock, and in reply to his questions, the man said his name was Ned Brown; that he belonged to the 21st Mississippi Regulars, Col. Mott, and to Capt. Harris's company.
He afterwards denied this, and said that the Southern Confederacy did not owe him anything, and he did not owe the Southern Confederacy anything; also, that Gen. McClellan would soon be along from Yorktown and make everything right in Richmond.
He appeared to be facetiously sarcastic in his remarks.
Lieut. Turner said it was his duty to send him before the Provost Marshal, and started the man thither in charge of a guard.
The two had proceeded about a square from the prison, when Brown grappled the guard by the throat with one hand and seized his musket with the other.
Failing in his attempt either to disable the guard or get his musket, he quit his ho