From Charleston.
[special correspondence of the dispatch.] Charleston, March 18, 1861.
If a man who has the reputation of tolerable veracity tells me anything, I am disposed to believe him; but when a Washington official assures me, I feel inclined to doubt him, no matter how he may pledge himself.
We have been so duped and swindled with Buchanan, that we do not feel inclined to believe anything from Washington; for it has always been infected with deep corruption, and we can hardly respect anything else now, under Black Republican keeping.
I told you yesterday that news had been received here that Fort Sumter was to be vacated, but that I did not believe it; on the bulletin boards is a further confirmation of it, and that a special messenger starts to-day at 4 o'clock to carry the dispatch to Maj. Anderson, I do not yet believe it, and shall not until I see Anderson and his men on the cars with their faces northward.
By the way, Anderson, and his friends for him, have assured the public that he was a true Southern man, and that his feelings and sympathies were all with the South.
He will have a fine opportunity now to show to the world whether he and his friends have been sincere.
It is understood in Washington — so save the correspondent of the Courtier --that Anderson and his command are to strengthen Fortress Monroe.
Yes, strengthen your forts.
Virginia is not quite to be relied on yet by the Black masters.
She has shown lately some little sign of life and pluck; hence, she is not exactly as tame as she ought to be. Some few signs of the return of the Virginia blooded stock — perhaps Daniel, of the Examiner -- coming home just now, may have affected the nerves of the "rightful masters," and some plucky speeches in your Convention, all put together, may have alarmed your masters, and they now consider "an ounce of prevention better than a pound of cure;" therefore they will make the forts of Virginia safe, and bind you a little tighter — put on another handcuff and a few more ankle chains.
No, no; Virginia is not yet exactly subdued — too many Wises, Goodes, Randolphs, Mortons, Daniels, and Dispatches there, to be thrashed yet — a few more soldiers and a few more cannon, and a little more grape and a few more chains, and a few more handcuffs, and a few more Black Republicans in your Convention and Legislature, and a little of the teat, if you please, and a few more social visits of your public functionaries to partake of the hospitalities of the Federal soldiers at Fortress Monroe, and " a little sleep, and a little slumber, and a little folding the hands to sleep," and you are then in the claws of your deadly enemy, betrayed there by Virginia's bastards. But let it go; "let her rip."
Our soldiers will have a fight yet; if they cannot get it on their own "dung-hill,#x34; They will help our little sister, Florida.
Virginias. 