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of our sources of supply, the fatal mistake of our people relying upon the North for the commonest articles of ordinary use coming home upon us now at the most inopportune time. It would be a most delightful coup to catch Abraham Lincoln, Granny Scott, and the whole brood of vipers at one jump; and doubtless many of our soldiers would commit the innocent mistake of putting bullets through the cranium of Sumner, Wilson, Lovejoy, et ideomne genus of non-combatants, who go upon wine frolics to Buhington would wake to the reality of our movement. They think that they are safe so long as Washington remains in their power. Even the giant intellect of a McClellan will not save them. The combined genius of their acknowledged best Generals, Scott, Mansfield and McDowell, could not withstand the blighting touch of Southern prowess.--Let us not talk of taking their fortified places any longer. Leave Washington, like Fortress Monroe, Fort Pickens, Fort McHenry, Tortugas and other places, fo
The only laurels so far reaped by a Lincoln General in the unholy war which Lincoln has commenced, have been earned by Gen McClellan, whom Gen. Scott likes as a rattlesnake does white ash. One of the Lieutenants of the Staff of Prince Napoleon, now visiting the United States, is a son of the astronomer Arago.
is to be expected among so many soldiers congregated together. The general health of the place is, however, considered good, which it is hoped may continue. There has been no movement of troops since my last correspondence, save the arrival of a fine regiment of Georgians and a fine battery, the former of which were ordered to Huntersville, and the latter, with Shoemaker's Danville battery, are encamped near here. Colonel Fulkerson's splendid regiment is also here, as well as Colonel William C. Scott's command. The militia having been ordered out, large numbers are daily arriving and being formed into companies, and rapidly drilled in the science of war, some having received muskets and accoutrements. I notice two or three Cadets here, who are laboring hard to perfect the militia in military tactics. Col. Wm. B. Taliaferro, of the 23d, is now the commandant of this post, and by his skill and judgment has won the respect and esteem of all the troops under his command. His
g Board, to determine the facts as to the nature and occasion of the disa- bility of such officers as appear incapable of performing military service, with a view to their reticency from the army and marine corps. A telegraphic dispatch says: Those who may be retired are to received the pay proper of the highest rank held by them on the time of their retirement, and four rations per day without any other pay, emoluments or allowances; but an exception is made in favor of Brevet Lieutenant General Scott Should he be retired under this act, it shall be without a reduction in his current pay, subsistence or allowance. Federal Congress. The Federal Senate, August 5, refused to take up the resolutions of Mr. Salisbury proposing adjustment of present difficulties, by 11 to 24. The House amendment to the Confiscation bill was agreed to — yeas 24, nays 11. A petition was presented from six hundred citizens of Niagara county, N. Y., deprecating civil war as leading to disun
[written for the Richmond Dispatch.]Scott! After the "Champagne" of P. O. T. Thy mother's check is red with blood, And thine in too with wine! We would not wear her badge to-day? Who does not mock at thine? With Death's cold terrors at thy heart, Through all that Drink! for they mother's call, "Where is thy brother, Cam?" Virginia's boys! How beautiful In while sleep they Be! Dead at their mother's bosom, Scott! Doing not die! Of all none Hath fallen on thy head! She dote deny thee, Scott to die Amid her brave young dead. Led, lost old man! one maudlin tear Above that field of death Had won thy memory a sigh, Amid Geosom, Scott! Doing not die! Of all none Hath fallen on thy head! She dote deny thee, Scott to die Amid her brave young dead. Led, lost old man! one maudlin tear Above that field of death Had won thy memory a sigh, Amid Gehenna's breath! But now very deny Thy fellow ship in flame! And be at thy deed, thy shame.