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tly in Richmond, where, when the regiment was ordered away, he was left to attend the sick. The association have passed resolutions of respect for his memory. The beautiful weather of the last three weeks, which all have enjoyed with equal wonder and delight, has given place to a cold rain, which puts blankets and overcoats in high request. The roads, rendered bad by even a slight shower in winter, may now be said to be impassable for army transportation; and the boys look each other in the face slyly, and sagaciously inquire, "How would you like a bit of a march to Pound Gap?" The answer is ready and "awfully." consoling: "Sir, we shall eat our eggs and oysters, and drink our 'tea' at Camp Robertson considerably in the future" Blessed be the king of the weather, it is now snowing! As this is the last letter that will appear from me until some of the holidays have passed, allow me to wish the public, and especially the "old folks at home," a merry Christmas !Occasional.
ns on Thursday, that he fancied himself a white man, and pitched into Wm. Mitchell with a will; but found out his mistake when Mr. M. tied him and took him to the cage.--The Mayor sent the pugnacious youth on to the Hustings Court for trial, admitting him to bail in the sum of $200. The second in the series of ludicrous mistakes was furnished in the case of Napoleon Reminger, a drummer boy, connected with one of the New Orleans companies at Manassas. He came down to Richmond to spend Christmas, got on a big bender for so small a specimen, mistook himself for a horse, and went to sleep in Sutherland's stable. The Mayor sent him to General Winder with a recommendation to investigate his spiritual condition. David Bum, a German, might possibly have mistaken himself for a "bum" shell, so well was he loaded on Thursday night; though we can only learn that he mistook E. F. Ragland's kitchen for his own lodgings, and disturbed the peaceful slumbers of the colored people on the pr
Army of the Potomac. [our own Correspondent.] Manassas, 26th Dec., 1861. Christmas in the army passed off very quietly, although celebrated in true Southern style. In every camp unusual preparations had been made to make the day pass off pleasantly, and our soldiers, although far from home and deprived of the sweet house-hold music that has made the day joyous in former years, still made the holiday as merry as possible. The day was very pleasant and warm; huge fires burned in every direction; the mess table groaned beneath the weight of good things sent in by friends, and immense bowls of punch and egg-nogg were to be found in every camp. There was very little drunkenness and no casualties, as far as I have heard, the result of frolicking. Everybody appeared to have a good time, without the aid of fire-crackers and Roman candles, and the usual noisy demonstrations, To-day nearly one-half the army is engaged in building log cabins to live in when bad weather comes.