From Fredericksburg.
[from our own correspondent.]
Fredericksburg, March 21, 1863.
There is no news of importance to report from the line of the Rappahannock to-day.
The snow and rain of the last two days having rendered the reads again impassable for artillery, will furnish a void excuse for any failure to advance, and our gallant invaders must nurse their wrath a while longer to keep them warm, and our brave boys restrain their impatience for the long-expected summons to the front-which they have waited for in van so many days.
On the day of the gallant-tort of the Yankees near Kelly's our troops here received orders to hold themselves in readiness to march, and we all expected to be aroused next morning by the thunder of the Yankees' gads and the bursting of their hideous shalls over our heads.
The booming of cannon was plainly heard here all that day, and there was but one common wish expressed by our people, that the attack might be made at once, and let the Second battle of Fredericksburg go down to history by the same pes which records the second carnage of Manassas — the restless eagerness to meet the enemy which sparkled in the eyes of Barksdale's brave Mississippi boys, who now hold the town, the cheerful with which both officers and men received the summons to prepare for movement, the consciousness of success which discipline and courage always bring to men whole cause is just, all inspired the hope and fired the resolution to achieve such a victory over Hooker and his myrmidons as would startle the vandal tyrant in his seat of power, and engrave indelibly the word departed upon all his hopes of subjugation here.
I verily believe, from what I know both of the officers and men of this army of Northeastern Virginia, that if ever in a fair, , they shall again encounter that vandal horde, who their metal on the field of Fredericksburg the ink will pale which writes the story of that battle-shocks; its of carnage with know no parallel in the history of war; the wall for the dying and the dash will resound from all the dwellings of their Northern land, and the guardian genius of the South will exult forever over the rod field of blood, rendered memorable by a retribution so righteous and so terrible.
Free rumors afloat about this army falling back, and foolish fears excited about the result of the next battle on this line.
Let us them all, and, trusting to Providence and Gen. Lee, discharge bravely our own work in this great cause.
You will observe, in the last Northern papers sent you, the proceedings of a great Union meeting in Brooklyn in which John Van Buren J. T. Brady, and other prominent men, made for the war, and in support of the Administration and its plans.
These friends of Southern rights, it seems, now worship at the footstool of the usurper, and prostrate and prostitute their talents in his unrighteous cause.
I see in it the "beginning of the end." The pressure must be great which drives such men so far from all the landmarks of their previous lives, and the danger to this despot's throne, which, rising from the deep foundations of that plain common sense, and those ideas of Republican liberty, upon which the Constitution of our fathers was originally built, now surges in the gathering billows of popular commotion around it, threatening each hour its overthrow and rum-- quiring the purchased voices of every pilot, and the added influence of every skillful arm to calm those rising waves and soothe that threatening storm.--But come it will; the flood gates of that popular indignation may be thus for a while held firm, but let the triumphant echo of are her about of Southern victory ascend from the banks of the Rappahannock into the Northern ear, and not all the sweet voices of all the politicians that can be bought or subsidized can resist that tide of indig and wrath with which a deluded, oppressed, and stricken people will gather around the tyrant for his recompense.
The French Revolution and not half such cause, and the nature of our human race changes not. The deem of the Yankee despotism will yet be written in the blood, and crimes and miseries of his race.
Let us thank ever the God of our fathers, who through so many trials has so kindly separated us from his fate. 