Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.
the true sentiment of Baltimore.
Baltimore, May 17, 1861.
Although hemmed in by the vandals of the North
, our sympathy with the South
, instead of diminishing, is steadily augmenting.
The arrest of our worthy townsman, Ross Winans
, which the Yankees
had been spurred to do by the New York Tribune
, has served to exasperate the people so greatly that, had he not been released yesterday, we would have had a more bloody day than the 19th of April, 1861.
The so-called Union meeting, which no doubt the American
represented as being most enthusiastic, was but an outburst of anger from the Yankee
settlers of Maryland
, who wish to place the sentiment of native Mary landers
on the side of the North
Yesterday evening the Michigan
troops debarked from the depot at Bolton
, part marching and part riding to the depot in freight cars.
I noticed many of those marching arm in arm with great burly negroes.
The old Maryland
blood boiled in my veins at this spectacle, but I hope when these ebony idols, if they ever should, (which is doubtful,) cross over to Virginia
, each will be presented with a hoe in exchange for their muskets.
Business of course is prostrated here as everywhere.
As for myself, I cannot live in a Confederacy where Mt. Vernon
is not — Hundreds and thousands of Young Baltimoreans have already left, and others are about starting for the home
Benjamin F. Butler
, alias Strychnine Butler
, has left us.
‘"We hie less most deeply feel, &c."’
He used to ride up the streets to his quarters (the Gilmore House
,) between a file of soldiers, a la Lonis Napoleon
; but this tyranny over Maryland
cannot be borne much longer, while Virginians
have their eyes open.