The victory at Corinth.
Our arms have just been crowned with a glorious and most important victory near
Corinth, Mississippi.
The particulars are yet meagre, but enough to satisfy us that the great Yankee army, under
Buell, has been signally defeated by our brave Southern troops, led by
Generals worthy of them and the cause.
Our joy at the event is mingled with grief for the death of the
commanding General, and the heavy loss of gallant Southern men who perished in the grand battle.
Buell's army was large; no doubt exceeding our own in number.
That General was esteemed one of the best in the
Federal army.
His role in what the
Northern press and military authorities considered to be the last scene of the rebellion, was, with the co-operation of the gunboats, to crush us in the
Mississippi Valley.
The gunboats assisted him in his triumph to
Nashville; but there in his further advance southwardly, he was forced to leave them.--Our disaster at
Donelson and our retreat from
Bowling Green, through
Nashville to the
Tennessee river, filled the enemy with confidence, and he proceeded with eagerness to follow and strike a final blow upon what he considered a remnant of a disorganized army.
But
Johnston and
Beauregard had made a wonderful use of the brief time allowed them.
They organized and reinspire their troops, and rousing the spirit of the
South added largely to their strength.
Thus rapidly recruited, and with a large number of undisciplined men, they lost no time in attacking the enemy as soon as he came within striking distance.
The attack was made on Saturday morning, and "after ten hours hard fighting," according to
General Beauregard, "we gained a complete victory."
This is, we suppose, the heaviest battle which has taken place during the war. There were likely more men on the enemy's side engaged than in any previous contest, and on our's we probably had a force equal to that at
Manassas.
It is supposed that more men were engaged at one time in the fight than were at any time actively engaged at
Manassas.
This glorious triumph over one of the best of Northern
Generals, and over the best troops the Federalists have brought into the field, (those from the
Northwest,) is an event of the most gratifying kind.
It, indeed, breaks the back of the anaconda that was to crush the
South.
He is no longer a constrictor.
His folds have no crushing power.
But the snake is scotched, not killed.
He may "doze and be himself again," if we relax a title of our energy.
To render him powerless, we must
fight, fight, fight!
We must fight all the time,
and never rest until the enemy is driven from the and. 
