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ortsmouth, Va., April 22d, 1861. We have had the hell hounds of Black Republicanism let loose upon us here. Our Navy-Yard had been set on fire — supervised by McCauly, the Commodore, who, it is said, had been drunk for some time; and by Pendergrass, the white headed disgrace to the State of Kentucky, who commanded the Cumberland. The Pawnee passed up to the Navy-Yard about 10 at night, when the huzzas of the vandals commenced, amid the once popular strains of Hail Columbia and Yankee Doodle. All the small arms, during Saturday, were broken, rendered useless, and thrown over-board — the wretches (Pendergrass, the Commodore, and the infernal crew,) dealing destruction wherever their infernal hands could be employed. The large shears for raising masts were cut away, and fell with a tremendous crash across the Germantown, then at the wharf. As soon as the Pawnee came up and anchored, the hounds of the pirate Lincoln went ashore and commenced their outrages. The sound
Tuesday Morning, 23d. Two companies reached here this morning, from Georgia and South Carolina. Business is partially suspended; the enthusiasm of the people is high; its tone is of the right sound — its echoes are, Æ Victis. It is reported that Pendergrass offered to resign to Commodore Paulding, who commanded the forces here and came up in the Pawnee. If he has been done injustice, I hereby retract what I have written; though I know he was in the Yard during Saturday, witnessing the destruction going on on that day. The work at the former United States Hospital is vigorously progressing. In addition to the embankments raising, there are 150 cotton bales. Fixtures for heating shot were erected yesterday, while I was on the ground. The true mechanics here deserve the eternal gratitude of the country. Gallant old Hopkins, and Parks, a true Irishman, and Southern in feeling, and others whose names I cannot give you now, are invaluable men, with clear heads and sin