Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.
letter from Florida
Massa,"’ she said, ‘"gib it to de soldier; it all do money I got, but I want dem to hab it, and tell dem for me to fight, fight till dey die, but neber gib up! and tell dem Yankee, when I been young I might been glad to hab my freedom, but now I old and hab more sense. I glad to hab somebody to take ob me!"’ Another, an old black man, a faithful servant, but an eccentric genrus, brought five dollars,--‘"Here, massa,"’ he said, ‘"gib dis money to do soldiers, and tell dem I send it to buy old Abe Linkum brains wid I want dem to lan deer hide!"’ But above all is the feeling of humble trust and dependence on the God of Battles that seems to pervade universally the minds of our people. It many places there have been prayer meetings established for our soldiers and for the success of our beloved Confederacy. And, oh! to hear the fervent prayers that ascend from every pulpit or place of meeting in our land would surely discourage the hearts of our Northern despots, and, if not altogether given up in their blind infidelity to hardness of heart, make them to quake for their unholy cause, and to see the overshadowing of the sudden destruction which is surely coming upon them!
A. E. C.