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A correspondent of the Memphis Argus, writing from Lynchburg, Va., says:--“We have two regiments from Mississippi and one from Tennessee with us, numbering one thousand each.
All are well quartered, and in fine spirits--and they shall not want for the latter so long as our ‘mountain dew’ holds out. You could not find a more cheerful set of fellows in a week's travel; they play the fiddle, banjo, dance, and sing Dixie.
One fellow told me his old mammy cried the glasses clean out of her spectacles the morning he left, but on giving her two bits to buy another pair, she bid him go, and return to her covered all over with glory.
Another said he didn't like these ‘breeches’ with a stripe down the leg, they pinched him; but just give him his old copperas-colored trowsers, and his own rifle, and he'd bore a hole thru Linkin's nose, through which to put a ring, and lead him about for a show.” --N. Y. Tribune, May 20.
Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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