It was General McDowell's intention to follow the enemy up, at midnight, but the boys were so much fatigued with the sharp march of the day that it was deferred till this morning.
It is ardently hoped that the rascals will make a stand at Manassas, where Beauregard is now in command, with some forty odd thousand men, it is said.
But it is greatly feared they will run again.
The rebels have got the idea, evidently, that the Zouaves, and the Gari-baldians, and Blenker's German Rifles, and DeKalb's sharpshooters, are so many devils in human shape, and they will be disinclined to withstand a charge from these troops.
If Beauregard does not give us battle at Manassas, his army will be thus thoroughly demoralized, and he is beaten, past a ray of hope.
From Fairfax our brave army moves toward Manassas, and thence — we hope, without delay — to Richmond!
The fever's up, and our bold troops ask only to be led, and listen earnestly for the thrilling order--forward!
They remember that