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through Baltimore, squalid, wretched, ragged and half-naked, as the newspapers of that city report them.
Fellows who do not know the breech of a musket from its muzzle, and had rather filch a handkerchief than fight an enemy in manly combat.
White-slaves, peddling wretches, small-change knaves and vagrants, the dregs and offscourings of the populace — these are the levied “forces” whom Lincoln suddenly arrays as candidates for the honor of being slaughtered by gentlemen — such as Mobile sent to battle yesterday.
Let them come South, and we will put our negroes to the dirty work of killing them.
But they will not come South.
Not a wretch of them will live on this side of the border longer than it will take us to reach the ground and drive them over.--N. Y. Sun, May 8.
Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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