[special Correspondence of the Dispatch.]
Portsmouth, Va. May 24, 1861.
resigned yesterday, and went South on the cars this morning.
It is understood here that he has been superseded by Col. Huger
Before this you have heard of the melancholy death of Capt. Fisher
, of the Petersburg Cavalry company.
His decease will cast a gloom over the city of his adoption, the gallant and generous Petersburg
, where no man was perhaps more beloved or respected.
The election here passed off quietly.
As I told you in the letter of yesterday, the so-called Union, or rather anti-ratification, vote reached exactly 75--too many by all, indeed, but less than had been feared in this region of pap and plunder.
The Secession candidates were elected by large majorities.
I give you the vote in city and county combined, and then in this city:
In the city the vote for the ratification of the Ordinance of Secession was 979; against ratification, 75.
received 771 votes, and Murdaugh
The Marion Rifles, of which company I spoke yesterday, have been disbanded.
reported to the General
that in his opinion they were disloyal to the South
and the State
He mustered his force at the Hospital
, ordered this company to advance eight paces, to ground arms — made a speech to them such as affected some of the men to that inward throbbing which gushes out in tears, and then marched them off the post.
was, and I believe is, under arrest.--I hear that a deputation has been sent to Col.
P. by the disgraced company, entreating him to address them — to reconsider his decision, and to receive them back.
Has the lamp ceased to burn?
Is the door shut?
Is there no place left for repentance?
Is it not true that the tide in their affairs is not at the flood?
I shall not judge.
But they have acted outrageously, and defied decency and the opinions of their fellow-citizens, and have set at naught all the considerations by which they ought to have been governed in their course.
Yesterday they set their seal to previous suspicions, and trampled, as it were, upon the very banner under which we are battling.
They spurned and spit upon its glorious folds, as the emblem of traitors and the ensign of knaves.
Wearing the uniform of the State
, armed with the weapons for her defence, they have gone to the utmost length, the ultimate limits of forbearance, and counted our cause and unholy thing.