The situation of our soldiers.
We have read a private letter from a soldier in the ranks of Armistead
's Brigade, (which has been transferred to Pickett
's Division,) to a relative in this city, in which the following paragraph occurs.
‘"We had quite a fall of snow hare yesterday, and it remained on the ground very well — not beginning to thaw.
My fact are perfectly naked, and I have to tramp over the frozen snow with bits of old blankets tied over them, which keep constantly coming off. We are about marching; tents are struck, baggage packed, and we are standing out here waiting for the order to fall in."’
This statement is accompanied by not a murmur of complaint or even a request for assistance; and the writer, who is a mere boy, goes on to describe the route over which they are about to march.--Should not the agent sufferings of such heroes extort from the most callous some effort for their relief?