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Affair at Newport News. On Sunday morning last, Mr. Samuel Pryor, of the Charles City Troop, in company with Mr. Hill Carter, Jr., and Mr. Lee, a citizen of Warwick county, was out on a reconnoisance at New port News, and were proceeding quietly along on horseback, when they were surprised by a party of about 20 Hessians, who were hid in the bushes. The three gentlement at once fired upon the enemy, and it is believed each killed a man. The fire was returned, and Mr. Pryor received a shot in the groin. They then retired and had proceeded some distance from the scene of action before his companions were a ware of the disaster that had befallen Mr. Prnce from the scene of action before his companions were a ware of the disaster that had befallen Mr. Pryor. He was taken to a private house, where he died about six hours after being shot. The body was brought up to Wilcox's wharf yesterday, by the steamer Curtls Peck, Capt. J. H. Freeman, from whom we learned these particulars.
Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.the murder of Samuel Pryor. Charles City County, Virginia, June 20th, 1861 Almost simultaneous with the intelligence of the death of the lamented Wyatt, of your city, comes to our ears the news through an officer of the Charles City Troop of Cavalry of the death of Mr. Samuel PryorMr. Samuel Pryor, a member of that Troop. He was shot by one of those infernal miscreants (slaves, I should say, of that rufflan Lincoln,) pirating upon our soil in the vicinity of Hampton. Mr. Pryor was a useful mechanic of this county, and possessed many excellencies of character. His murder, committed by a mean, skulking coward in ambush, cMr. Pryor was a useful mechanic of this county, and possessed many excellencies of character. His murder, committed by a mean, skulking coward in ambush, continues to widen and deepen the hate (we may say the loathing) we have for Lincoln and his abettors. Surely a just and holy God will pour forth his phials of indignation upon such flends in human shape. Can we not pursue our peaceful occupations in quiet? Can we not tread the soil our fathers purchased with their blood without