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Western Virginia. We learn from Dr. Clarke, who has just reached the city from our forces now in Raleigh county, that Gen. Floyd, with a strong force, had crossed New River at Miller's Ferry, had passed down beyond the mouth of the Gauley, and was directing his march towards Charleston, in Kanawha county. His command will probably cross Kanawha river at Malden, twelve miles above Charleston.--Generals Lee and Loring were still on Sewell mountain, doubtless awaiting to hear of the success
d the work has been done effectually, the enemy will be between Gen. Lee on the east and Gen. Floyd on the west, the latter of whom will be able with his artillery to cut off his supplies by stopping the running of steamers on the Kanawha.
Dr. Clarke reports that the enemy was rumored to have again advanced from the Gauley in the direction of Sewell with twenty-five thousand men, but he himself gives no credence to the rumor, being more inclined to believe that Rosencranz had gone off with
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Farewell to Summer. By A. little, of Clarke sad O Summer, sad and dear. To see thy beauty fade away. To pa Old of the year, With thy as bright enlivening ay: Put in g wind yonder dell Bid me to say to thee farewell ! How often silent happy hours. I've rambled o'er thy greenclad hill Inbal'd sweet fragrance from the flowers, And ned to the l g ; But falling leaves now sound thy knell, And I to thee must sigh farewell. The sprightly bird, at dawn of morn, Proclaims O Summer, loud thy praise The case that by thy breath was born, The glory of thy robe displays; But sadly drooping flowers foretell To thy fond days a long farewell Encircled by the rising beam, Pain would my heart forever beat O, sweetly would I dwell and dream Within thy calm and soft retreat; But pale thy brow — it breaks the spell-- Alas ! to thee, farewell, farewell !