The Daily Dispatch: September 9, 1861., [Electronic resource]

Men ‘"take no note of time but from its loss,"’ and the local reporter takes no note of men but from their loss of more or less of their reputation. At least this is true in a great degree; for it is his wont, as indeed it is his duty, to chronicle the misdeeds of the had rather than the praiseworthy acts of the good. He sees a drunken soldier ‘"in durance vile,"’ and puts his name in the paper. He sees one, clad in uniform, in the pulpit, but mentions not the fact. He censures the rowdy, but lets the quiet gentleman's actions pass unnoticed. He pillories the street brawler, but has no word for the best of men who watches by the bedside ‘"while sinks a weary soul to rest."’ All this is so, and it is but right that it should be so. The noiseless deeds of the good need no chronicle, while the shortcomings of the vicious should be held up as a warning against repetition.--Our thoughts were turned into this channel on seeing yesterday a number of soldiers going from one of our churches. Doubtless, there were hundreds of them at the various places of public worship in the city — men of high religious feelings and ‘"soldiers of the cross."’ And since we almost daily have to give the name of some rollicking fellow who disgraces his company, we have thought it not improper to mention this once the presence of so many gentlemen in uniform in our midst.