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allowed the transferment. All sorts of things are said of him.

He passed along the lines yesterday, and heard the opinion of the troops. They assaulted him with all sorts of epithets. "Go home, you old coward," ‚” “Duck him," "Hang him," "Throw him into the river," "He's an old secessionist," "Shoot him"-these and other shouts fell on his ear. He stopped in front of the Rhode Island troops, faced them, and rose in his stirrups as if to defy them. But if the thought was to intimidate them, it was in vain. The men called out the louder, and he passed on.-N. Y. Times.

BLENKER'S BRIGADE-THE RESERVE.

WASHINGTON, Tuesday, July 23, 1961. At the late battle in the valley along Bull Run, I was present, and in all the accounts given of the part taken by different divisions, brigades, and regiments, I have not yet seen in print any detailed statement in reference to the important duty assigned to, and so well performed by, the brigade under command of Gen. Louis Blenker, late colonel of the New York German Rifles.

Gen. Blenker's command was appointed as the reserve, and consisted of four regiments-the German Rifles, Garibaldians, and two other German regiments in all, something less than four thousand men. They were selected for this post of honor on account of the large experience of both officers and men in the battle-fields of Europe, it being well-known that the leading officers, and very many of the private soldiers, had already been in five, ten, or twenty battles upon the continent, and the most experienced and trustworthy of all our army could only be placed in the all-important position of the reserve force, in case of emergency-or, if needed, to cover a retreat.

All day long this brigade were left upon the hill this side of Bull Run, ready and anxious to enter the field, and panting for the opportunity to serve their adopted country in a way that they felt themselves able to do; but all day long they were only required to rest upon their arms, and had the opportunity only to look on, while the battle was so fiercely raging beyond them, in which they so ardently desired to participate.

No order came from head-quarters for their services until after 5 o'clock P. M., when the battle really had been lost. At 5 o'clock, however, an order came for them to go on to the field, and they sprang to arms as if but one man, and at doublequick pressed down the Centreville and Warrenton roads, with the sternest alacrity and satisfaction. The error of the day seemed to be in not calling upon the reserve at least two hours earlier.

This command is composed of fighting men. They are soldiers, who understand their profession. They have been educated to the soldier's life, and are as hardy as they are brave and experienced. It was a singular mistake that they were not sooner called upon, for thus the day might easily have been saved

to us.

They marched upon the field at last, and pressed forward some two miles or more from their original position. What was their consternation and disappointment, as they entered, to find the army retreating, and in the wildest disorder, too. The brigade was drawn up into line, and right gallantly they covered the retreat of our forces, remaining

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upon the field until 11 o'clock P. M., five hours after the stampede commenced, and during the evening meeting and repulsing a considerable body of cavalry which came down in the rear of our retreating army.

In vain were the attempts of Blenker's men, himself, or his officers, to check the tide that set so determinately toward the Capital at that unlucky mo ment. And when the day was announced to have been lost, none of all that five-and-twenty thousand Union-loving soldiers felt more keenly the disappointment and chagrin of the hour, than did Gen. Blenker, his officers, and his men.-N. Y. Times.

A NEWSPAPER HERO.-The poet tells us, with a happy felicity of expression, that "tis distance lends enchantment to the view." In the case of Mr. Russell, special correspondent, &c., of the Times, this is indisputably true. Here, he figures as a gentleman who described a battle which he never came within five miles of, and a retreat in which he contrived to take the lead, distancing the most panic-struck fugitive. In England he figured a second Chevalier Bayard, who vainly endeavored to rally a panicstruck army, and at last withdrew, more in sorrow than in anger, because his single voice could not speak trumpet-toned into the ears of thousands, and because his single arm could not smite Goliath Beauregard down into annihilation. Some people's geese are swans. Mr. Russell, just now, is the particular swan of the London Times, which wants to make the world believe that at the battle, (known as that of Russell's Run, so far as he was concerned,) he was bravest of the brave, unalarmed and cool throughout

"Among the faithless, faithful only he."

While exalting his own surprising courage, evinced by the rapidity of his flight, it was scarcely chival ric, or even courteous, for Mr. Russell to "hint a fault and hesitate dislike" in the case of any other gentleman-particularly of a gentleman and a brave soldier. In his second letter to the Times, dated July 24th, (three days after the battle, and therefore not to be excused away on the plea of haste,) Mr. Russell goes out of his way to cast an arrow of unjust reproach and insinuation against Meagher, once the Irish Patriot, and now the American citizen soldier in a regiment filled with brave Irishmen who are proud of his companionship and gallantry. After praising the good conduct of Blenker's Germans, of the 79th, and of the 69th, Mr. Russell slyly insinuates: Captain Meagher, indeed, I am told, yielded to the universal panic, and was seen on foot at Centreville making the best of his way toward Fort Corcoran, with exclamations which implied that, for the moment, he recognized the Southern Confederacy as highly belligerent." This infamous accusation, so disingenuously insinuated with the prudent "I am told," is unworthy of the country of Mr. Russell's birth, and, we will add, of the honorable profession of journalism to which he belongs. It is wholly untrue, and we are inclined to think that Mr. Meagher will obtain its retraction.-Philadelphia Press.

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THERE is a story that Gen. Beauregard, in his anxiety to learn the plans of Gen. Scott previous to the battle of Bull Run, attached a wire to a telegraph of the Unionists which communicated with the head-quarters of the Department of the

Potomac. The coating of this wire was of the color of dry leaves, or of a dead limb, not readily attracting notice. The early reports of the defeat mentioned that the rebels knew Gen. McDowell's programme beforehand. Perhaps it was in this way that they learned it, and that the final council of war, at midnight, was only one instant in reporting itself from one camp to another.-Independent.

AFFECTING STATEMENT.-The solemnity of the battle-field and the true nature of the work of war, have an impressive exhibition in the following:

A soldier, who was in the battle of Bull Run, said that, after the first fire of the enemy upon our troops, a great many men fell, wounded, all around. And from many of them the cry went up, "God have mercy on my soul." So earnest was the cry, and so contagious, that I found myself making, almost unconsciously to myself, the same prayer, over and over again, as I was fighting, "God have mercy on my soul." He said that for two or three nights after leaving for home, and arriving here, he could not sleep. Ringing through his ears, through all the hours of a wakeful night, was the impassioned, earnest cry, a cry which he could never forget "God have mercy on my soul"-such a cry as none but men passing into eternity could utter.-Louis

ville Journal.

AFFAIRS AT MANASSAS-BALTIMORE WANTED FOR WIN-
TER QUARTERS.

"Se de Kay," writing to the Louisville Courier from Camp Bartow, near Manassas, under date of August 23, says:

the rebel forces had captured provisions enough to last an army of fifty thousand men one year. A gentleman attached to the Government service has computed the details of this assertion. It would require thirty-six and a half millions of pounds, and over twelve thousand wagons and forty-eight thousand horses to transport the amount. The official returns show that we lost but twenty-one wagons, and due allowance can therefore be made for the idle boasts of the rebels.

THE BATTLE AT BULL RUN.

Now that the smoke of the late battle fought near Bull Run has measurably cleared away, all minds are coming rapidly to perceive how great is the misapprehension under which the public has been permitted to labor, and how signal has been the injustice done to the great mass of the national troops by the exaggerated representations that have been made in the sensation press respecting the alleged "panic," which is said to have converted an orderly retreat into a "rout."

It is now known that, save in the case of an inconsiderable number of Gen. McDowell's forces, there was neither "panic " nor "rout" on Sunday last, and that it was to unmilitary teamsters and still more unmilitary civilians and sight-seers on or near the field of battle, that the country is indebted, in the first place, for the exhibition made of both these phenomena at the close of the engagement, and in the second place, for distorted and erroneous views respecting the magnitude of the disaster that befell our troops. It is apparent that the first accounts, given by most of these returned fugitives, partook of the wildness into which they alone, and not the great mass of the national forces, were thrown in effecting a retreat from Centreville.

A week of chill rain storms has served to remind us not only of the personal discomforts of camp life, but of the rapid departure of summer, and the near approach of the season of "mist and mellow It is now universally conceded, that for hours our fruitfulness." The "last roses" are indeed bloom- troops actually engaged fought like veterans, charging, though it was but the other day that I plucked ing and re-charging, and performing a series of reone on the battle-field, where it had opened its del-markable movements no less difficult than daring. icate fragrance upon the tainted air, amid the wreck and desolation of horrid war. We still linger in possession of our dearly-bought position; our forces occupying, at present, no more advanced lines than before the 21st of July. Aside from the moral effect upon the whole world--and that is momentous-our immortal victory has availed us but little. We barely hold our own; but then the month of apparent inaction has been wisely employed by our generals in preparing for the decisive blow of the contest. When we shall strike, quien sabe. No one, save General Johnston, who closets himself in his little yellow brick head-quarters, a mile west of our camp, and diligently engages himself in reorganizing the army, and making ready for the conflict which shall result in freeing nine millions of people, and reëstablishing the ark of liberty, so long desecrated by the impious North

men.

In the midst of a tornado of shot and shell they loaded and discharged their pieces as coolly as though protected by impenetrable works. Volunteers never fought better, and but for the loss of many officers, the ignorance of the roads, and the want of rallying points, the retreat, unexpected as it was, would have been made in entire good order. The confusion, where it existed at all, was the natural result of a hasty withdrawal from the field, and manifested, neither in its cause nor its effects, the presence of a "panic." We speak of soldiers, and not of teamsters or amateur spectators.

In confirmation of this fact, we have only to cite the fact that Gen. Blenker and the brigade under him, consisting of his own regiment, the Garibaldi Guard, and the Twenty-seventh Pennsylvania regi ment, occupied their reserve position near Centreville until late in the evening, and then, in perfect order, covered the retreat to Arlington. Moreover, it is said that soon after sunset a portion of our troops repaired to the position occupied during the day by Gen. Tyler's division, and recovered six brass pieces, left there by our artillery companies, who could not bring them off on account of the loss of their

That there will be a forward movement soon, we have every reason to believe, and no reader of the Courier need be astonished while sipping his morning coffee, if he sees the announcement of our occupation of Maryland, and the hemming in of the Federal Capital. We must have winter quarters, and Balti-horses. more would furnish splendid accommodations for our forces.

It will be recollected that Jeff. Davis, in his speech at Richmond after the battle of Bull Run, stated that

A well-known citizen of New York, the eminent publisher, G. P. Putnam, in a letter published on the subject of the battle on Sunday, which he witnessed, writes under this head as follows:

"It is due to our brave troops, and to the New

York troops especially-not one of whom was to be seen on the road-that this disgraceful and demoralizing impression should be promptly removed. We should be wholly disgraced before the world if these stories had been true. The truth should be shown, whatever the consequences; but libels on our whole army, after the noble stand and heroic service done that day, are more than wicked. Let me add, that it was the First New Jersey regiment, Col. Montgomery, coming up from Vienna at 4 P. M., which so promptly and effectually stopped the stampede, put the wagons in perfect order, regulated every thing on the road, and then, at 5 P. M., marched on towards the battlefield. They deserve all credit for this important service. To show how effectual it was, I need only repeat that Mr. Tilley, of Rhode Island, and myself, remained till half-past 6 o'clock at the very spot where the stampede was stopped, where we had the melancholy satisfaction of aiding with a cup of pure water the wounded and sick men who came limping from the field. The whole panic was stopped in twenty minutes. It was causeless and disgraceful during this time and at the place where it occurred. The day was lost by it; but, as far as the retreat or flight was concerned, it was stopped within two or three miles, and in less time than it takes to write about it."

Another intelligent gentleman, writing from this city under date of the 23d instant, in referring to the temporary panic, states its origin, on the authority of well-informed soldiers, who were engaged in the conflict, as follows::

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"The baggage wagons, by the hundred, were stationed on a hill, in view of a large body of the army engaged. A park of our artillery was ordered to the ground occupied by these teams, and the teamsters were ordered to leave the ground as fast as possible. They took the order for an alarm, and began to drive wildly from the field. The civilians in the same neighborhood took flight along with them. troops saw this, and a brigade, being in motion to take up a new position, mistook the movement for a flight or retreat, or converted the movement into a retreat. Then commenced the panic, and it quickly became a sea of confusion. The battle was a grand victory up to this time, and it stands at that yet, notwithstanding the retreat, for there were twenty-five thousand of our troops on the field that were not brought into action. The burden of the day, from 8 in the morning till 6 in the evening, was borne by unrelieved troops, thousands of them without their breakfast, and all without food, except a cracker or two each. This seems to be a great blunder; but where the fault lies, it is difficult to determine. I think it covers the field officers generally; but this is to be explained hereafter. The men all declare that, under McDowell, they can take the batteries again easy. There is no breakdown in the spirits or temper of the troops. They have realized their own bravery in the most severe battle ever fought on this continent. And please remark, that there was no pursuit. Spectators on foot all night out, wandering in the neighborhood, saw no troops of the rebels. The retreat was not anywhere attacked. Men were twenty-four hours getting down here, and were unmolested. The rebels did not leave their intrenchments, and they never will till they are driven out. They have adopted the Indian tactics, with the help of artificial defences, screens, and ambushes.”— National Intelligencer.

A POETICAL AND PATRIOTIC GEM.

BY THE DESCENDANT OF AN "F. F. V."

On the memorable twenty-first of July, the day of the great battle near Manassas, a party of civilians, consisting of C. T. Greenleaf, Esq., of this city, G. P. Putnam, Esq., of New York, Rev. D. Torrey, of Ithaca, N. Y., and one or two others, were at Fairfax Court House, Virginia, and on the spot where the Virginia Rifles had been stationed, Mr. Greenleaf picked up a paper carefully and legibly written in blue ink. It proved to be a gem of rare merit, a rough diamond, indicating that the Muses and the school-master are abroad, and for the edification of our readers we are permitted to give below a verbatim et literatim copy: My harp is hung on the willou tree, Its of to the war I will

gou

My peace home has no charms for me, Ile meet them on the Thare is a war a kindling fast tis on land & sea, And we must potomac show

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JOHN BULL AND BULL RUN.

Editor of the Evening Star :-The battle-roar of Bull Run has been echoed back from the columns of the Thunderer--the London Times--in which, as was expected, Mr. Correspondent Russell figures lengthily as delineator of what he saw of that fight. By his own account, he saw nothing of the battle. He arrived at a late hour of the conflict at Centreville; saw not a shot fired; saw not one soldier of the rebel army, horse or foot, but was a spectator merely of the panic and the rout. In no respect, perhaps, has he given an exaggerated picture of either; but Mr. Russell has not hesitated to rest on his limited opportunities of seeing derogatory com ments upon the character of the conflict he did not witness at all, and upon the behavior of our troops, successfully engaged for hours before and up to the time of his arrival-the first flying portion only of which he saw, and among whom he was himself (on testimony presently to be quoted) soon found in hasty retreat to Washington.

The editor of the Times, also, has doubtless based his bitterly sarcastic criticism upon the battle and the conduct of the volunteers, upon the same unfair, slender means of judging either, furnished by his purveyor. Without adverting to the animus in quo pervading the effusions of both, let us glance at the self-complacent sketch Mr. Russell gives of himself near the field of battle.

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After having lunched at Centreville, he is en- | and clinched fists, were heard to exclaim, "This must couraged by the report of an officer from the scene of strife, that the rebels are whipped," and Mr. Russell, mounting his horse, tries to get "in front" of the battle. He soon finds himself in the midst of a panic-stricken crowd of fugitives, among whom he appears to be the only unalarmed person, going the other way. As he bravely pushes towards "the front," the signs of disastrous rout thicken, the cannon sounds nearer, and to his puzzled queries as to the cause of the panic, not a man or officer passed is able to give a coherent reply. An occasional shell bursts over the fugitives, and in the midst of his calm exhortations to them, his taste for the active scenes of battle "in front," which he "went out for to see," suddenly disappears. Near as was the prospect of personally witnessing materials for his written account to the Times, he suddenly recollects that he must leave the field at once if he wishes to secure the mailing of his letter by the steamer of Wednesday!

"Punctuality is the soul of business," is an axiom not to be driven from the considerate mind of the gentleman, even amid falling shells and the booming of cannon! Faithful correspondent! to be thus punctual, even if you had to turn your back upon the scenes you had not time to stop and witness.

be avenged; they were in greater numbers and behind intrenched camps; they dare not meet us face to face in the open field." Others of more nervous temperament seemed almost frantic, and gave utterance to some very forcible expressions, natural, but scarcely fit to print. Everywhere the feeling evinced was not of fear as to the final result, but of regret and indignation. "It will re-arouse the North; and though they may have killed a thousand through the bad management of one of our generals, a million will take their place," was the general observation. The few traitors in our midst kept quiet--very quiet-and showed no signs of jubilation. Indeed, it was well that they did not, for men's passions were aroused to an unwonted degree. It would not have been difficult to raise a brigade for the war last night in this city. From this our readers may form an idea of the feeling that exists in the loyal cities of the North. The great battle has surely given vast proportions and a different aspect to the war now raging for the preservation of the American nation.-San Fran cisco Alta.

THE SHATTERED LOCKET.

burning sun,

BY JOHN ATCHINSON.

Then follows a detailed account of the retreat, during which Mr. Russell represents himself as the Aha! the fight is over, and our boys at last have run; only self-possessed man visible, as alternately en-Well, I'll rest me here in the clover, away from the gaged in reproving runaways for their "causeless panic," trying "to save Uncle Sam's property," and considerately telling all the pickets he passes that it was only a "falling back upon Centreville-no defeat, no rout."

Now this is certainly a very impressive picture of the chaotic sea of routed soldiers and civilians, amid which he alone moved along the impersonation of calm disdain of "causeless panic,"-of philanthropic efforts to save "Uncle Sam's property," of eloquent reproofs to craven officers, and ingenious comfortings to anxious pickets; but it is in strange contrast with another sketch by another artist, of this same devoted hero, as he appeared on the road to Washington. Could a sudden fear of being caught and supplied with an unseasonable suit of tar and feathers, promised him by Southern journals for his strictures upon the Southern people, have caused the change in his aspect which the following sketch represents? Or must we attribute the change to the contagion of the "causeless panic," and put the correspondent in the same category with our troops-showing nerve and courage to "get to the front," but shaky and rather hurried in retiring from the field. Here is what is said of Mr. Russell by Mr. G. P. Putnam, of New York, in an article in the Knickerbocker, entitled, "Before and After the Battle." (See Doc., p. 99.) In subsequent letters Mr. Russell indulges in further strictures upon the battle, and says it was "unattended by any desperate struggles save made by those who wanted to get away!" Does not the above roadside sketch establish the gentleman's claim to the first honors in that species of military daring? UNION.

HOW THE NEWS WAS RECEIVED IN CALIFORNIA."The remarks of the various groups who stood upon the street corners and in public places showed the feeling that prevailed. It was one of intense bitterness. Men, with pale faces, compressed lips,

For heavy and hot upon us his rays have beat all day

'Twas that, and want of ration, that forced us to

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How the sweat pours down my forehead!-I'm black
as a "contraband"-
Face blood-besmeared and horrid-look, ain't that
a dainty hand?

And this gaping gash on my check here, from a
"Black Horse," whom we met;

But you gave him a gash will never heal, my bully bayonet.

Oh, what if my Sweet could see me, as I lie here
smarting with pain?

Do you think she'd believe 't could be me-would
she call me Her Handsome" again?
Thank God! she's safe in the city, away from defeat
and wreck;

But

here I've her beautiful image, in this locket, round my neck.

Let me gaze on the cherished features-look again on the tiny curl

She fixed in the case so nicely-oh, sweet, ingenuous girl!

What, broken?-my God, with a bullet! has it dared seek such a place?

Yes, shattered, and smashed, and broken-no vestige of curl or face!

To retreat was enough for my spirit-I thought destruction were best

And though I sought death in the battle, was carried away with the rest;

And rather than come back beaten, I'd have them bring me dead

But to think that traitorous bullet has defiled one hair of her head.

Enough have I hated you, devils, since Bill was shot at my side,

But now in my breast, like a demon, revengefulest hate shall abide;

Death came not to me when I sought it, where bullets fell thicker than rain

But you've torn from my eyes her sweet image;

could death wring my soul with more pain?

Alas! no more in our quarters can I steal away
from the boys,
Leaving song, and jest, and laughter, and all their
roistering noise,

To sit me down in quiet, and taking that from my
breast,

Look, love, and kiss the sweet image-so long and so fondly caressed.

No more on my lonely picket-starting quick at each

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Knowing well, to give me my ticket," their scouts are prowling around

Can I pause, and glance at her features by the pale moon's fitful gleam,

And kiss the place in the darkness, as I wait for another beam.

Well, I'll back to my snug old quarters, and show the boys I'm safe,

Or, some rambling rebel party may think me a pretty waif;

But here on my gun I'll fix it—this little, uninjured part

And sight o'er my broken locket more true to each rebel heart.

| given in French, Dutch, Spanish, or something else which we could not exactly understand, but seemed to be executed with promptness and a remarkable degree of precision. The Mexicans, particularly, were objects of much curiosity with our citizens, most of whom had never seen one before.-Lynchburgh Virginian.

THE BEGINNING OF THE END-SUPPLIES RUNNING SHORT.-The Memphis Appeal of the 18th instant considers the situation of the rebels in the following serious language:-We desire to call the attention of planters to the importance of an early subscription in flour and corn-meal for the use of our army. The Confederate Government purchased in May last an immense quantity of flour, and stored it at this place, but the supply is now nearly exhausted. Unless the planters of West Tennessee, North Alabama, and Mississippi, come forward and subscribe flour and meal, taking Confederate bonds in payment, our brave boys in the field will soon be without bread. Let each planter indicate to the Commis sary Department at this place, by mail or through his commission merchant, what quantity he is willing to sell to the Government for their bonds, and let them send it forward immediately. There are five mills in operation here capable of grinding bushels daily, to which the planters can send their wheat and have it ground and barreled, ready for transportation. The near approach of the autumnal season, and the almost certainty of the continuance of the war, suggest not only the propriety but the necessity of supplying our troops in the field with warm clothing and warm covering. It will not probably be within the power of the Government to do this, and much necessarily depends upon in

gestions of the West Tennessee Whig are the most feasible and practicable we have seen :

THE Richmond correspondent of the Charleston Courier, of the 15th, has the following paragraph:dividual effort. On this subject the following sug-The filibusteros who filled the world with so much angry declamation a few years ago, are figuring prominently in the Southern armies at the present time. The tall and martial Henningsen left to-day for the West, to assume the colonelcy of the Third regiment in Wise's brigade. Frank Auderson will be his lieutenant-colonel. Colonel Charles Carroll Hicks is a lieutenant in a company of Colonel McLaw's regiment, now at Yorktown. General Bob Wheat greatly distinguished himself as commander of a New Orleans military corps at Manassas. Major O'Hara, of Cuban fame, has a commission in the army. Colonel Rudler, I see, is raising a company for the war in Georgia. An English filibuster, one Major Atkins, a tall, big-whiskered, loose-trowsered, "haw-haw" specimen of a Londoner, who was with Garibaldi in Sicily, and who is "just over," fought gallantly by the side of Wheat, at Manassas.

A MIXED REGIMENT.-When the Tiger Rifles, who played such havoc with Lincoln's Pet Lambs" at Manassas, on the memorable 21st July, passed through this city, we thought that we had seen a specimen of the roughest and most ferocious set of men on earth; but when we speak of the Tenth Louisiana regiment, of New Orleans, which passed through this city on Sunday, language is inadequate to give a description, composed as it was of English, French, Germans, Dutch, Italians, Sicilians, Spaniards, Portuguese, Swiss, Mexicans, Indians, and Creoles, who, in their jabbering, seemed to represent a second Babel. The commander, together with many other officers, are veterans who served throughout the Crimean war. The commands are

The supply of blankets in store is exhausted, and the possibility of supply from the North is cut off by the rigid non-intercourse of the war, while the blockading of our seaports cuts us off from all hopes of a reasonable supply by importation. How, then, it may be asked, are the wants of our soldiers to be supplied? It can only be done by every family giving up a portion of the blankets they have for family use, to the soldiers, and supplying the deficiency thus created by making "comforts" out of cotton for their own use. These comforts do well enough for persons in comfortable houses at home when they are not exposed to the weather, and our people are expected to make use of them, and send their blankets to the soldiers. There is no time to be lost in doing it citber. Before many are aware of it, the cool nights of early autumn will be upon them, and what they do for the comfort of the soldiers, they must do quickly.

A SISTER of the late Col. Cameron writes to Beauregard .—

Gen. Beauregard, Commander of Confederate Army-DEAR SIR:-With a grieved and torn heart I address you. If it is in your power, will you give a word of comfort to a distressed spirit? I allude to the death of the gallant Col. Cameron, of the Federal army, on last Sunday, 21st July. We are all God's creatures, alike in His sight. It is a be reaved sister that petitions. Col. Cameron received two shots, immediately following each other, that destroyed his life. The fate of his body is the grief

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