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Courtesies to the enemy. Nothing has appeared from the military pen of Beauregard more grateful to the sense of self- respect in the hearts of the Confederate people than Special Order No. 15, ordering that no communication whatever should be held between our pickets and those of the enemy. Some Confederate officers, as well as soldiers, may read with advantage that order, which speaks of "the moral disgrace incurred by troops in anything like voluntary or unnecessary association with theld as the statues of the great masters. When the two are united, we have the highest style of eloquence; and when genius and patriotism are united in a military man, we have the model which all soldiers may do well to study. Such a warrior is Beauregard. He is not fighting for glory or the display of science. The powerful machinery of his intellect is moved by the inward of a fervid and intense devotion to his country. No one more clearly comprehends the nature of this contest, or the char
d gods to the interior. But, after the storm, came the sunshine, and it was discovered that the dikes waxed stronger in proportion to the strength of the storm. Fort Sumter by a year of siege has been rendered perfectly impregnable; and Richmond, whose weakness once seemed to invite assault, has become the Gibraltar of America, so that the London Times correspondent says no such earthwork fortifications are now to be found elsewhere in the world. We appreciate our obligations to Lee and Beauregard; but our principal benefactor is the Yankee ocean. With every fresh transport of its rage, new circumvallations rise,--the more force it sends, the more fortifications appear to resist it. If it will only work away with steady violence we shall see the whole South converted into one huge fortress.--Therefore, cease not, rude Boreas! With all Yankeedom storming at our doors, we go about our daily avocations with as much composure and regularity as the Dutch behind their impervious dikes,