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taff at "Camp Page," near Williamsburg. As a matter of conscience, Dr. McCabe could not remain in a Diocese where the use of the prayer for the President of the United States was required, by ecclesiastical rescript, when his native State had resumed her sovereignty. He is well known throughout the country, as a contributor to the literary and religious press of the day, either under his own name or his nom de plums, "Oats." His degree of D.D. was conferred by old William and Mary, and, in addition to his present appointment, he is the Chaplain elect of the University of Virginia, when that noble institution, shall resume her regular session. His only son left the University of Virginia to take his place in the Howitzers, under the command of Maj. Randolph, and is now in Capt. Stanard's Company, No. 8, at Yorktown, Dr. McCabe will meet with many old friends and acquaintances, who will greet his return to his native State and to her service, in the vicinity in which he is located.
in the service, as good as the best, and two others organized and soon to rendezvous in your city, will back up pretty well the position assumed at first; and if this won't do, the ninth and tenth company, nearly complete, will be a perfect quietus to all disposed to complain. Dr. Smith, also, will be in the field with the gallant Wise in a short, time, the one to fight, the other to preach, and both to wield the sword-logic in routing the disloyalty of the traitors of the Northwest. Randolph and Macon College is closed, and two of the Professors are already, and the rest will soon be, in the field, to take their places with their brethren in driving the invader from our soil. The ladies are bearing a noble part in this strife — all have, as with magic, become taloresses; and; with the greatest energy, uniformed our gallant boys; and they part with them with tearful smiles. Woe be to the cowardly sprite whose patriotism does not urge him to the defence of the land, and who