Doc. 85.-invasion of Pennsylvania.
Proclamation of Mayor Henry.
Exploit at McConnellsburgh
McConnellsburgh, June 30, 1863.I take advantage of to-day's mail (the first that has gone north for many days, and perhaps the last that will go for many more) to inform you of the particulars of the brilliant affair that came off in our streets yesterday. Captain Jones, at the head of a detachment of the First New-York cavalry, entered this place, at nine yesterday morning, on a reconnoissance. Scarcely had he dismounted his men and established his pickets, when one of the latter came rushing into town and reported the rebels but a short distance up the Mercersburgh road, and advancing. The bustle and excitement usually incident upon the receipt of such intelligence was not exhibited by the New Yorkers. Captain Jones asked their number. A hundred was the reply; and, although his force did not amount to half that number, he coolly answered: “I'll fight them; men, take your places!” By this time the rebel advance was entering town. Our men had mounted, and were proceeding leisurely down street; the enemy, supposing them on a retreat, followed cautiously. Suddenly the New-Yorkers wheeled, the rebs halted. The distance between the parties was but two hundred yards; for a moment they gazed on each other, and oh! the anxiety of that moment! but it was soon dispelled. The rebel officers, standing far in the rear of their men, cried to them to “Charge, charge the----Yankees, charge them!” But it was no use, the men wouldn't move. But when the clear voice of Captain Jones rang out, “Charge!” the order had not to be repeated; led by that gallant officer, his men, with one wild whoop, that sent terror into the hearts of their cowardly foe, sabre in hand, sprang forward to the work. Had the rebel lines been braced with iron, they never could have stood that shock; they broke and fled, and, amid the waving of handkerchiefs and the cheers of the citizens, the New-Yorkers dashed after their flying foe. The sharp ring of the carbine, the clang of the sabres, and the shouts of the pursuers, created a scene at once so wild, so exciting, and so full of interest, that I doubt whether it has been equalled during the war. The rebels were overtaken at the edge of the town; our cavalry dashed in amongst them, and a regular hand-to-hand fight ensued; for a few moments the crack of the revolvers and the rattle of the sabres was incessant. The result, however, was soon decided in our favor; three only of the rebels escaped, and the New-York boys returned to town driving before them more prisoners than their own number. Cheer after cheer rent the air as they marched down the street, and such an amount of good feeling was never before exhibited by our citizens. Two of the rebels were killed and  a number wounded; several dangerously. Captain Jones had one man slightly wounded. The rebels, in their flight, threw away every thing that impeded them. Guns, sabres, and haversacks were distributed all along the route. The whole was a perfect success, and too much credit cannot be awarded to Captain Jones and his men for their gallantry in this affair, and our citizens will always remember with gratitude the brave boys of the First New-York. In the evening, the rebels returned, expecting to capture our men and rescue the prisoners. They surrounded the town and moved in on all sides, but the bird had flown. So confident were they of their prey, that they supposed the Yankees were concealed in the houses, and ordered them all to be searched; but, finding themselves mistaken, they returned to their camp, feeling very little better than they had in the morning.
General early's address.
J. A. Early, Major-General C. S.