s of important battles is coming in, Government has sometimes attempted it, but the effort was idle as it was foolish.
censor has been established at the telegraph office, and he has wisely suppressed every dispatch saying a word about the war. But a servant girl comes in with a hurried scrawl on a torn sheet of delicately-scented French paper, in a lady's hand:
"George H. Montgomery, Fifth Avenue Hotel New York.
Do come home at once — Mary cannot live twenty-four hours longer.
How can be stop, that?
But George H. Montgomery is a myth, and Mary's illness means Hooker's defeat, and the hotel clerk has been instructed to send any such dispatch by the speediest means to somebody's bank down town; and the firm makes the money, and the Government censors keeps blinking like an owl over the dispatches, and rigidly stopping "everything relating to the war;" and Mr. Stanton felicitate himself over having made those newspaper pests send their accounts by mall