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The Daily Dispatch: October 11, 1861., [Electronic resource]

ence of their smiles upon our brave troops, in their struggles in the holy and righteous cause of freedom, will form many a thrilling chapter in the history of the present war, and descend far down the track of time, to be remembered by generations to come, to live in song wherever the voice of civilization shall be heard, or deeds of love, mercy, and heroism shall receive the award of merit and praise by the enlightened, the good, and the brave. A flag of truce came up yesterday from Old Point, and probably no other communication will be had between our city and Fort Monroe for some time to come. War matters are unusually quiet hereabouts at this time. The discharge of great guns is but seldom heard, and all the preparations for conflict are going on with but little noise or excitement. There are some rumors here of extraordinary arrangements and extensive preparations going on at the North for the hopeless work of subjugating a great nation, such as building ships, c

Runaway --From the Spotswood Hotel, during last week, a negro boy, called Billy He belongs to Mr. Erasmus Taylor, near Warrenton, Va.; is of dark color; low and thick set; slow and surly in manner and movements. Any one returning him to the office of the Spotswood Hotel, will be suitably rewarded. oc 10--3t

Runaway --From the Spotswood Hotel, during last week, a negro boy, called Billy He belongs to Mr. Erasmus Taylor, near Warrenton, Va.; is of dark color; low and thick set; slow and surly in manner and movements. Any one returning him to the office of the Spotswood Hotel, will be suitably rewarded. oc 10--3t

ther service differed more widely in their personal characteristics than Wingfield Scoot and Zachary Taylor. The first was a mere soldier, devoted to pomp and display from his youth; reckless in incurtistical, self-indulgent, irritable, and insubordinate to both military and civil superiors. Gen. Taylor was one of the simplest of mankind in all his habits; the most modest and unpretending of ment commanded the respect of all with whom he came in contact. --Scott was, in a word, a fool, and Taylor a man of sense. As a soldier, Scott assumes to be the "great Captain of the age," but except in his Falstaffian proportions, he has never made good the pretension. Taylor, in the humility of his nature, would have resented as an insult the application of such an enlogium to himself, and yet hettempt without regulars. If Scott had been at Buena Vista, he would have retired, as he advised Taylor to do, after he had deprived him of his regular soldiers. But old Zack understood the volunteer

r of the volunteer soldier as the late President Taylor, or "Old Rough and Ready," as he was familiarly known in the camp. His best friends will not claim for him that the Presidency was his proper shere; he did not claim it himself; he never sought that office, never desired it; and, we have very little doubt, preferred the grave which relieved him from it to its ephemeral honors, its perplexing cares, and painful responsibilities. But as an American soldier, no man, since the days of Andrew Jackson, has touched such deep springs of admiration and confidence in the American heart. A veteran officer of regulars, he was also a practical and prosperous Louisiana planter, who had mingled freely with the world outside the army, and who throughly understood human nature and the management of mankind. Probably no two officers in the American or any other service differed more widely in their personal characteristics than Wingfield Scoot and Zachary Taylor. The first was a mere soldier, d

Gen. Taylor and volunteers. --Probably no military man in the late United States so well understood the character of the volunteer soldier as the late President Taylor, or "Old Rough and Ready," as he was familiarly known in the camp. His best friends will not claim for him that the Presidency was his proper shere; he did not claim it himself; he never sought that office, never desired it; and, we have very little doubt, preferred the grave which relieved him from it to its ephemeral honPresident Taylor, or "Old Rough and Ready," as he was familiarly known in the camp. His best friends will not claim for him that the Presidency was his proper shere; he did not claim it himself; he never sought that office, never desired it; and, we have very little doubt, preferred the grave which relieved him from it to its ephemeral honors, its perplexing cares, and painful responsibilities. But as an American soldier, no man, since the days of Andrew Jackson, has touched such deep springs of admiration and confidence in the American heart. A veteran officer of regulars, he was also a practical and prosperous Louisiana planter, who had mingled freely with the world outside the army, and who throughly understood human nature and the management of mankind. Probably no two officers in the American or any other service differed