Additional from the North.
Northern papers of the evening of the 5th give some additional news, which is contained in the summary we present this morning:
The loss of the gunboats Satellite and Reliance.
The Northern public are greatly chagrined at the capture of these two gunboats.
To make it worse two of
Lieut. Wood's wagon party deserted before the capture and informed a Washington correspondent of the New York
Tribune that
Lt. Wood's plan had proved a failure, and that as he and his party were approaching the gunboats they were suddenly lighted up and poured a destructive fire into
Wood's boats, killing all the
Confederates except
Wood.
The paper containing this card was hardly dry before the real account of the capture reached
Washington.
A dispatch from there says the "disaster" was caused by disobedience of the orders of the officers in command of the
Potomac flotilla.
The Baltimore
American has the following account of the capture:
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Both vessels were captured on the night of Saturday, the 22d inst., and not Tuesday, as at first reported.
It has been common for negroes escaping from
Virginia to take refuge on the
Government vessels, and on the night of the capture four boats, each containing about 17 men, approached the steamers and got on board without exciting suspicion that they were other than negroes.
Mr. N. H. Stavey, the
Paymaster's clerk on the
Satellite, who was wounded and paroled, gives the following account of the affair:
The two boats which approached the
Satellite were in command of
Col. Wood, and the two which boarded the
Reliance in charge of
Lieut. Hoge.
At the time (12 o'clock) it was dark and a heavy sea was running.
The assailants were not discovered on the
Satellite until nearly to the boat, when the officer ran below to call the executive officer, and by the time he returned the vessel was boarded and the crew were in a fight with the rebels, which lasted ten or fifteen minutes, during which
Thomas Damon, a fire turn, and —
Lawson, who originally came from the rebel army, were killed, and
Ensign R. Somers received two cutlass wounds on the left arm, and was shot through the neck;
N. H. Stavey, shot in arm;
William Bingham, Samuel Chin, and two others, slightly wounded.
Several of the rebels were wounded; but the crew was overpowered.
The party which boarded the
Reliance were also resisted, the officers and men fighting desperately, but were obliged to surrender.
In this attack
Lieut. Hoge was either killed or wounded, and
Ensign Walters was shot through the stomach, the ball coming out of the hop.
Mr. McCauley, the engineer of the
Reliance, when he found his boat in possession of the rebels, put his engines out of gear, rendering them useless.
After the rebels had captured both boats they proceeded with them to
Urbana, where the officers and crews were set on shore, and the rebels turned the steamers again for the month of the river, where they lay all day Sunday, but on Sunday night they went to the Eastern Shore and captured three schooners--one a large coiler from
Philadelphia, which they took up to
Urbana — and, after burning one of them, took the others with them, as they said, to
Port Royal, where they would remove the machinery and destroy the boats.
The prisoners, with the exception of
Ensign Walters,
Ensign Somers,
Mr. Stavey, and
John Tyler, boat swain's mate, were all started to
Richmond on Sunday.
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The
Charleston correspondent of the Baltimore
American, writing on the 31st ult., gives some particulars of a
Naval demonstration Frustrated.
At 8 o'clock on Tuesday night with the moon shining brightly and every prospect of a most propitious season, the
Admiral, accompanied by his staff, left the flagship and raised his pennant on the monitor
Weelrawken, all the preparations having been made during the day for a demonstration on the city of
Charleston.
At 9 o'clock at night the fleet moved up the channel, followed by the
Ironsides and the gunboats
Mahaska and
Ottawa.
The moon was then obscured by clouds, and the atmosphere getting hazy, with a high wind, the change in the weather was almost instantaneous, and in a few minutes it became squally, and before 10 o'clock there was quite a gale of wind from the northeast, which rendered it necessary for the fleet to come to anchor within a mile of
Sumter.
From 10 to 12 o'clock we had squalls in rapid succession, when a steady rain, with a strong northeast wind, set in and continued until day light, when the wind suddenly changed to the west, the clouds cleared away, and by 8 o'clock we had a calm sea and a thorough abatement of the storm.
The
Admiral continued in the vicinity of
Sumter until 2 o'clock without being discovered by the enemy, when he gave an order to retire, too much time having been lost, and the weather being too unpropitious for the prosecution of the enterprise.
As the vessels turned to leave three shots were fired at the Patacas from
Fort Moultrie, all of which missed their mark.
Condition of Sumter.
The shelling of
Fort Sumter had been discontinued for nearly a week, it being regarded as a defunct concern, the last gun having been toppled from its parapet a week ago by
Gen. Gillmore's 300 pound
Parrott.
On Saturday, however, the rebels were observed to bring to
Sumter a schooner lead of cotton, and to be busily engaged in building traverses with them on the only corner of the parapet which seemed to be uninjured.
Just after sunset on Saturday evening it became evident that they had mounted a gun there, two shots having been fired from it apparently to obtain the channel range.
There being still some show of life in
Sumter, it was determined by
Gen. Gillmore to again open his siege guns upon it, and Sunday morning the Naval battery, now under command of
Lieut. Reamy, and the 300 pound
Parrott, recommence the bombardment.
They continued all day on Sunday, and resumed the work again this morning, having caused the disappearance of both the traverses and the gun, and still further disfigured the mass of ruins.
The appearance of
Sumter to-day is that of a vast ruin.
The rear wall is a crumbling mass of debris.
The wall facing the sea, which presented such a beautiful and majestic appearance, with not less than forty clearly defined port-holes, has had its face so thoroughly cut up and excoriated, and its apertures so multiplied, that it has an appearance through the glass of a broken and disfigured mud wall.
The parapet on all sides is gone or in fragments, and
Sumter may now be regarded as no longer existing.
Its flag has been shot away a dozen times, but as often replaced, and now a small rebel emblem floats on the corner towards the city.
A sufficiency of men are left in some of its dilapidated crevices to replace it whenever it is cut down.
How soon the old flag will be placed on the ruins depends, in a great measure, on the weather and the success of the contemplated naval operations.--
Gen. Gillmore has silenced the bulldog on one side of the gate to
Charleston, and the navy is now expected to encounter the other and force its way through the obstructions placed in its way. That these obstructions have been greatly multiplied, and are daily and hourly increased and strengthened, there can be no doubt.
Increase of the monitor fleet.
On Sunday morning a steamer was observed heading towards the bar from the
North, having something scarcely visible in tow. It was watched with much interest, and was soon discovered to be a monitor, the
Lehigh,
Captain Bryson, which had been expected for some days.
A rough sea was prevailing, but she cut loose from her convoy and moved about until five o'clock in the evening, when the tide serving she came across the bar and joined her colleagues in front of
Morris Island, making six now ready for the conflict.
Brig. Gen. M. Jeff. Thompson arrived in
St. Louis Wednesday night, on the
Iron Mounted railroad, and was escorted to the military prison, where he is a prisoner of war. He was accompanied by
Capt. Reuben Kay, his A. A. G., who was captured at the same time and place as
Jeff.
The reporter of the St. Louis
Republican was permitted to visit
Gen. Jeff, at the prison, and learned some particulars of his capture and other incidents not uninteresting:
The General said he made an arrangement with some members of his staff to meet him at
Pocahontas, the whole party being then at
Little Rock and intending to come to
Missouri on a recruiting four, the
General going by way of
Jonesboro', Ark., to see his wife, who was there.
He made the best of his way to
Pocahontas, and put up at the
St. Charles Hotel.
Soon after his arrival
Capt. Kay came and stopped at the same hotel.
For two days
Thompson was engaged in writing letters, while
Captain K. employed himself drawing and examining maps.
Monday evening found them still at work, they thinking themselves perfectly safe from war's alarms,
Gen. Davidson's army, as they were informed, having left that part of the country.
About dark, however, the two heard a noisy trampling of horses outside, creating more than ordinary confusion.
Capt. kay whispered "what is that?" "Oh!? replied Jell., "It's some of our boys, perhaps, who have heard that we are here,"
Thompson was sitting near a window facing the street.
A horseman rode up, and poking his insinuating face inside the window, said, "Where is
Gen. Thompson?" "I am
Gen. Thompson,
sir," replied
Jeff. "Then you are my prisoner, sir. Why, how are you,
Jeff?"--"Hello!
Gentry, is that you?" replied T., nothing disconcerted, although he recognized
Capt. Gentry, of the 2d Missouri State Militia Cavalry, and commenced tearing up his letters.
As
Capt. Gentry dismounted
Capt. Kay whispered, "By thunder!
here's the Feds!" "Don't say a word," replied
Jeff, "but take those maps and put them in the kitchen stove as quickly as possible" --all the while tearing up his letters.
Jeff. says he could have escaped, but for those infernal letters; for he had his horses on the other side of the river, intending, if danger of capture presented itself, to make his way out of the back door of the hotel, swim the river, and, once over, the devil could not have caught him.
But that huge pile of letters — not loss than fifty--implicated parties in the
State and elsewhere, which would not them into trouble, and he determined to destroy them.
Thus his chances of escape momentarily lessened until
Capt. Gentry entered the room, tapped him on the shoulder, shook hands with him, and "claimed him as his own."
Capt. G. said he was in command of an expedition consisting of the 1st regular cavalry and his own company, the 2d M. S. M. cavalry; that they were in search of
Col. Burbridge, whom they had learned was in that "hook of woods," but, when some seven miles from
Pocahontas, a man had told him that
J. Thompson was in the town, telling the very house where he could be found. "He had come after a Colonel," said
Jeff, "and had caught a General. " He didn't go on the principle of the man who went a fishing and threw all the catfish he caught back into the river, saying: ‘"When I go a Cattan", I go a cattin', but when I go a fishin', I
go a fishin'!" He took whatever he caught, and, by Jove, he took
me!’
Not long after the capture —
Jeff, having destroyed his letters and
Captain Kay his maps, with the exception of a few, which proved of considerable importance, and which are now in possession of the military here — an amusing incident occurred.
Lieut. Miller, ordnance officer of
Gen. Grandall's command, hearing that
Jeff. Thompson was in
Pocahontas, went to see him.--Unaware of the presence of Federal troops, he rode quite unconsciously into town, by mere chance passing the pickets in the dark, and proceeded quite leisurely to the hotel where
General Jeff, was stopping.
At the door he was stopped by the guard; who told him he could not get in unless he was an officer.--"I am an officer," replied
Miller, "and must go in."
He passed in and saluted Jeff., remarking, "All you've got some Feds, I see," observing a number of gentlemen in the room with blue uniforms, and thinking they were
Jeff's prisoners. "Yes, I have," replied
Jeff, "and a d — d big lot of them, too!" Just then
Captain Gentry walked up to
Miller, and said "you are my prisoner!" "Aint you joking?" asked
Miller, still believing
Thompson was "in command." "Aint he joking, General," appealing to
Jeff. "Yes," replied the latter, "but it's a coutounded serious joke." Then the truth flashed on the benighted and confused mind of
Miller that he was in a town surrounded by Federal cavalry, and that, in stead of
Thompson holding those "blue coats" in the room as his prisoners, he was theirs.
The
Lieutenant resigned his sword without further parley.
Progress of Burnside's army.
The Cincinnati
Gazette has the following from
Burnside's army, dated
East Tennessee, August 26th:
Everything is progressing as satisfactorily as could be desired, and far better than was anticipated.
The troops are in fine spirits and most excellent health.
The mountain air, the beautiful scenery, and delightful weather exhilarates every body.
We move twenty miles a day easily.
Refreshed by the cool nights, we recommence the march at daylight with renewed vigor.
The worst roads are passed, our trains are up, and thus far we have marched with but few casualties.
Forage is scarce on the mountains, but as yet our animals have not suffered.
The natives flock in from all quarters with fruit, vegetables, and chickens.
During the last two days, on a forty mile march, we have certainly seen five hundred children and young girls, although not over a dozen houses were visible in the entire distance.
The road to-day was level, dry, and candy, just wide enough for a wagon, and closed above with overhanging magnolias.
Occasionally a magnificent vista of vale and distant mountains softly faded away in the pale blue of the horizon intermingled with a thousand tints of sky and foliage presented itself.
A momentary impression of beauty, sublimity, and peace, passes over the soul, and again we plunge into the shaded mountain paths.
An occasional rattlesnake breaks the quiet of the march by a moment of brief excitement, terminating in the appropriation of his rattles by some of our boys.
On crossing the
Tennessee line a shout of glorification for the old flag went up to Heaven.
We meet deserters and refugees, and we gather recruits as we move by hundreds.
Much difference of opinion exists as to the rebel forces and what they will do. Some place their number in
Tennessee at ten to fifteen thousand, and anticipate a desperate resistance.
Others represent them as scattered and demoralized, and predict a flight.
We shall soon know.
It is believed that they have abandoned the gaps, and are fortifying, several points, probably
Knoxville,
London, and
Kingston.
The result of the draft.
The New York
Herald thus calculates the result of the draft at the
North:
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It is not true, however, as the journals in the interest of the rebels pretend, that the aggregate number of men that will be added directly and indirectly to our armies by the operation of this measure will not exceed sixty or seventy thousand.
The whole number drawn under this call, including the fifty per cent. allowed for contingencies, is 450,000.
Of this aggregate one-third--say one hundred and fifty thousand--will be exempted.
Of the remainder it is now pretty certain that one hundred thousand will be compelled to serve; at least fifty thousand will provide substitutes, and one hundred thousand will pay the exemption fee. This will give the
Government $30,000,000, which will enable it to bring back into the service, by three hundred dollar bounties, one hundred thousand of the returned volunteers.
It will be seen that we omit from this calculation, to meet accidents of one sort or other, a sixth of the three hundred thousand drawn.
The product, then, of the conscription, directly and indirectly, will be at least two hundred and fifty thousand men — more than the
Government will probably over stand in need of.
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A model letter from Lincoln.
The following is a model letter written by the great warrior and strategist,
Lincoln, to
Gen. Grant:
My Dear General — I do not remember that you and I ever met personally.
I write this now as a grateful acknowledgment for the almost inestimable service you have douche country.
I wish to say a word further.
When you first reached the vicinity of
Vicksburg thought you should do what you finally did — march the troops across the neck, run the batteries with the transports, and thus go below; and I never had any faith, except a general hope that you knew better than that the
Yazoo Pass expedition and the like could succeed.
When you got below and took
Port Gibson,
Grand Gulf, and vicinity, I thought you should go down the river and join
Gen. Banks; and when you turned north ward, east of the Big Black; I feared it was a mistake.
I now wish to make the personal acknowledgment that you were right and I was wrong.
The Massachusetts State Democratic Convention met at
Worcester, on the 3d instant:
Henry W. Paine was unanimously nominated for Governor, and
Thos. F. Plunkett, of
Pittsfield, for
Lieutenant-Governor.
The resolutions that were passed declare strongly for State rights, oppose the prosecution of the war for purposes of subjugation or emancipation, and the extension of martial law over States not in rebellion,--They declare that the war was the result of secession at the
South and abolition at the
North; and the democratic party would put down the one by the sword and the other by the ballot box. They pronounced the Conscription act unwise and needless, harsh, oppressive and unequal in its operation, and warmly applaud
Horatio Seymour for the stand he has taken.
The announcement of his name was received with applause.
Miscellaneous.
A mass meeting of the conscripts of
Brooklyn and
Williamsburg was called for at
Washington Park on the night of the 4th instant but for what specific purpose nobody as yet seems to know; but it probably has reference to some concerted action, looking to mutual exemption.
The call is not signed by any person.
The authors of it give notice that no politicians will be permitted to have anything to do with the meeting.
Rebel deserters continue to come in squads from
Leesburg, and are ready to take the oath of allegiance; but of those who have done so, and have been sent as substitutes to the U. S. army; nine, after stealing horses and committing other depredations, managed to rejoin their old rebel comrades the other day.
Among the list of dismissals from the U. S. Army, we find the following
Major Martin J. Byrne, 12th Pennsylvania cavalry, for allowing his command to be surprised and captured; for disguising his rank and allowing himself to be paroled as the
Colonel's Orderly, and for desertion, to date August 27, 1863.
The Associated Banks of
Boston have voted in favor of loaning the U. S. Government
ten millions of dollars, the proportion allotted to the city of the $50,000,000 recently applied for by
Secretary Chase.
Gen. Grant has received orders from
Washington to send in the names of soldiers in his army who are of the proper age and qualified for the position of cadets at
West Point.
The New York
Herald publishes a cheerful obituary of
Mosby, the guerilla, who, it says; was killed near
Alexandria last week.
It does not evince very deep regret for his demise.
The receipts of U. S. internal revenue during the month of August, were $5,604,201,35, being the largest of any month since the law went into operation.
The widow of
Admiral Foote died in New Haven, on Wednesday evening. Two months intervened between the death of the
Admiral and his wife.
Edw'd Everett, in a letter to the
Springfield (Iii) Convention, predicts that the
South will be subjugated by next New Years day.
Hon. Greene C. Bronson, of New York, died at
Saratoga Springs, on the 3d inst.
Maj. Gen. (retired)
Wool is rusticating in
Burlington, Vt. 
