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done nothing to merit a sword, pray, what has he accomplished, to be made Lieutenant-General? It could be said at least of old Scott that he had enjoyed a great reputation, but McClellan is absolutely an unknown man. Nothing but a small success, achieved by the aid of tremendous odds, over a few hundred Virginians, in Western Virginia, has given him that prestige with the infatuated Yankee nation which has induced them to place him over the head of old officers of their service, of men like Wool, who, if he had a sword presented to him, could not say, without a palpable affectation of modesty, that he had never done anything to deserve such a tribute. The Lincoln Government, as well as the Northern mob of which it is the representative and the tool, is as unjust to its friends, when it can make no further use of them, as it is to its enemies. When McClellan says he has done nothing yet to deserve a sword, he utters a truth, which is illustrated by Lewisville and Leesburg; when he i
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ons, it is supposed that when he has got over his "drunk" better reason prevails. The battery at Big Bethel consists of twelve pieces of small rifled cannon, and is said to be well manned. These deserters were this morning turned over to General Wool by Lieutenant Christensen, Aide-de-camp to General Phelps.--General Wool, after having examined them very closely, had them sent over to the Rip-Raps, where they will find work, and receive food and clothing, and where they will also be out ofGeneral Wool, after having examined them very closely, had them sent over to the Rip-Raps, where they will find work, and receive food and clothing, and where they will also be out of harm's way. Yesterday afternoon General Phelps sent out a detachment of Company D, First New York Volunteers, under command of Lieut, Ingersoll, to a house belonging to Baker P. Lee, about three miles from camp. For the last month the only occupants of the house have been a poor white woman and three regresses. Some days ago Lee sent a messenger to this white woman, warning her to leave the house, as he purposed to burn it down over her head. The woman was, of course, frightened, and fl