[special correspondence of the Dispatch.]
Montgomery, Ala., April 9, 1861.
The fire that our fathers kindled on the Altars of Liberty, Law, and the Constitution
, though no longer alive in the so-called United States Government, is burning brightly here, and will light the new Republic rapidly on to power and renown.
Brave, wise, and honest statesmen are in power, who will
preserve the liberty and glory that, like guardian angels, hover round the birth of the noble and Minerva-like offspring.
Never can it be prostituted to the contempt and infamy that the black and degraded faction in control at Washington
have branded upon a once proud and just Government, but now a ruined, dreary throne, whose leaders seem wrathfully bent upon a still more fatal destruction.
While I write, the shadowy hopes and doubts that have heretofore existed in regard to the fulfillment of the "peace policy" promised to be pursued towards the Confederate States
, are winging their everlasting flight from our peaceful and happy shores, and face to face we seem to stand with bloody Mars
All "reconstructive breathing" will soon be hushed; all "recorganizing dreams" will vanish into thin air, and shadows like the one in Richard III., whose bright hair was "dabbled in blood," will become fearful realities.
The next gale that reaches your State may bring with it the odious din and clash of arms — and American blood will have been shed by American hands.
It is now believed from reliable Washington
advices, and other information, that a delay of hostilities cannot long exist.
Our Commissioners are expected to be withdrawn immediately, unless a great change occurs in the Black Republican Cabinet
A Cabinet meeting was hold here on Tuesday evening, of a grave character, and serious conclusions were arrived at and warlike orders issued.
were at their Departments until past midnight.
, whose cannons have their bowels full of wrath, and are ready-mounted to spit forth their iron indignation against the walls of Sumter
, has reported himself fully prepared, and, in conjunction, with Gen. Bragg
, has received orders to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war the moment the exigency requires.
Five thousand brave soldiers, under the command of the intrepid Bragg
, whose "grape" grew in such luxuriant clusters along the hill-sides of Buena Vista
, are now concentrated at Pensacola
, and are willing to pour out their blood like rain to share the honor of their country's freedom.
A large body of armed troops passed through this place to-day, on route for the scene of expected conflict.
Their appearance was grand, and the effect of their stately and martial step imposing.
With all their banners bravely spread, And all their armor flashing high, Virginia might waken from the dead,
To see the Southern Cross go by.
J. R. P.