Letter from Baltimore.
[special Correspondence of the Dispatch.]
Baltimore, July 3, 1861.
You must know by this time that Maryland has redeemed herself at the ballot-box, by the defeat of that double-distilled arc tra to the South, Henry Winter Davis.
There, I have written his name.
I desire never to do it again.
That man never represented Maryland; he is no son of Maryland; we repudiate him, we loathe him, and, if he stays here when good old Maryland joins the Southern Confederacy, we will hang him.
Don't let the South be deceived by reports of our State being for the Union; it is not so. Our loves, our lives, and our every desire is with the South.
To give you an idea of the Southern feeling here, I will state a case!
Here we are surrounded by fifteen thousand glittering bayonets, cannon and mortars are bearing on our city, soldiers armed to the teeth parade our streets, and in the face of all this men and 1women speak out plainly in favor of the South, and wear the red, white and red cockades, ribbons and neck-ties.
Secession flags and songs are eagerly bought up from boys, who are reaping a harvest from the sale of them.
Pictures of those truly great men, Jeff. Davis, Beauregard, Lee, &c., are hard to get, but are in constant demand.
Maryland should be freed, and we appeal to you of the South with outstretched arms to come to our aid. We have been disarmed by a miserable coward and traitor, Governor Hicks; but put arms in the hands of our people, and send a few more good men to our aid, and you will see where Maryland is. The blood of our forefathers still courses in our veins, and you know in times of old Maryland troops were second to none.
As I now write our city is being put under martial law. Our noble Marshal of Police, Geo. P. Kane, has been arrested, our liberties taken from us, and our city overrun by a pack of hell-hounds.
Do you want any better proof of our being with you than that?
The South cannot do without Maryland, and Maryland cannot do without the South.
Therefore, it is your duty to save us. Will you do it?
Why not send enough here to aid us and yourselves, by throwing this war to the borders of the Susquehannah river, where it belongs?
Waiting patiently for your coming.
Pilgrim. 