We can say most cordially, with a contemporary, that, in perusing the narrative of Gen. McClellan
's triumphant career in Western Virginia
, the uppermost impression left in the mind is that it is a thing completely done.
It is a finished piece of work.
It stands before us perfect and entire, wanting nothing; like a statue or picture just leaving the creative hand of the artist, and embodying his whole idea.
set out to accomplish a certain definite object.
With that precise object in view he gathers his forces and plans his campaign.
Onward he moves, and neither wood, mountain, nor stream checks his march.
He presses forward from skirmish to skirmish, but nothing decoys or diverts or forces him from the trail of the enemy.
Outpost after outpost, camp after camp, gives way; the main body falls back, and is at last put to an ignominious and disgraceful retreat.
He remains master of the field, and reports that he has accomplished his mission.
There is something extremely satisfactory in contemplating what might be called a piece of finished military workmanship by a master hand.
It is one thing done
. It is, besides, a poetic retribution, for it commemorates the quarter day after the bombardment of Sumter
Thus shall we go on from one step to another.
will next be McClellanized
in the same finished style.
The triumphant Columns of the Grand
Army of the United States will soon begin to move Southward from North, East, and West, headed by the old victor-chief, now coming as the conquering liberator of his native State.
Then will the pseudo-Government at Richmond
either repeat the flight at Harper's Ferry
, Phillippa, Martinsburg
, and Beverly
, or, if it stands its ground, fall as surely before the concentrating hosts of the Republic
as if it were meshed and crushed in the folds of some entangling and overwhelming fate.--Louisville Journal
, July 20.