We York troops especially-not one of whom was to be seen on the road-that this disgraceful and demoralizing impression should be promptly removed. 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: The "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. 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 sta tioned, 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 potomac show Thare is a war a kindling fast tis on land & sea, And we must and face our enemee 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. Ile 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 comments 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. 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 be avenged; they were in greater numbers and beof strife, that the rebels are whipped," and Mr.hind intrenched camps; they dare not meet us face Russell, mounting his horse, tries to get "in front" to face in the open field." Others of more nervous of the battle. He soon finds himself in the midst temperament seemed almost frantic, and gave utof a panic-stricken crowd of fugitives, among whom terauce to some very forcible expressions, natural, he appears to be the only unalarmed person, going but scarcely fit to print. Everywhere the feeling the other way. As he bravely pushes towards evinced was not of fear as to the final result, but "the front," the signs of disastrous rout thicken, of regret and indignation. "It will re-arouse the the cannon sounds nearer, and to his puzzled que- North; and though they may have killed a thouries as to the cause of the panic, not a man or offi- sand through the bad management of one of our cer passed is able to give a coherent reply. An generals, a million will take their place," was the occasional shell bursts over the fugitives, and in general observation. The few traitors in our midst the midst of his calm exhortations to them, his kept quiet--very quiet-and showed no signs of taste for the active scenes of battle "in front," jubilation. Indeed, it was well that they did not, which he "went out for to see," suddenly disap- for men's passions were aroused to an unwonted pears. Near as was the prospect of personally wit- degree. It would not have been difficult to raise nessing materials for his written account to the a brigade for the war last night in this city. From Times, he suddenly recollects that he must leave this our readers may form an idea of the feeling the field at once if he wishes to secure the mailing that exists in the loyal cities of the North. The of his letter by the steamer of Wednesday! 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 "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 boom-cisco Alta. ing 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. Then follows a detailed account of the retreat, during which Mr. Russell represents himself as the only self-possessed man visible, as alternately engaged 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 calmn 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, THE SHATTERED LOCKET. BY JOHN ATCHINSON. Aha! the fight is over, and our boys at last have run; Well, I'll rest me here in the clover, away from the burning sun, For heavy and hot upon us his rays have beat all day 'Twas that, and want of ration, that forced us to run away. 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 cheek 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 ballet! 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 little sound Knowing well, to give me are prowling aroundCan 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 an other 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. THE Richmond correspondent of the Charleston Courier, of the 15th, has the following paragraph: -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 Anderson 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 | 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 Commissary 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 individual effort. On this subject the following sug gestions of the West Tennessee Whig are the most feasible and practicable we have scen :- 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 either. 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 -to know what has become of it. Think of the dis- | tress of a like nature in Southern families, and let us forgive as we hope to be forgiven. position therein claimed was not easily admitted, seeing he came from the enemy's country on the errand he did. But an example having been set, and the dignity of this government vindicated, we may let Mr. Harris go.—Richmond Dispatch. All that we have been able to learn is, that Col. C. was carried to a farm-house, near the scene of battle. He had letters in his pocket declaring his name and station. He was rather a large man, FEMALE SPIES.-When we consider what a scanwith sandy hair, somewhat gray, dressed in gray dalous mission that of secession is, we may well clothes. Have mercy on the bowed spirit that laments for the beloved lost-that would be comfort- feel surprised to see it approved by "dear woman." ed to know he had received decent burial. Not- What its attractions are to them, I am not magician "God enough to devise. I accept the fact as it is, withwithstanding the war, we are all brothers. out furnishing motives or investigating causes. prosper the righteous cause." In pity, have inqui-Some of these fair sympathizers are distinguished ries made, for the love a sister bears a brother, and in their way. Miss Mary Windle, who was captured may God show you mercy in time of trouble. a few days ago, and who is now held as a prisoner, Should your noble spirit grant my request, and if by inquiry you can receive any information, please has been a violent advocate of the traitors. She is a maiden of uncertain years and autumnal appearance-a writer of bad original, and an adopter of first-rate other poetry-addicted to newspaper and hotel society-a sort of virgin Jenkins, a kind of Mrs. Joe Gargery, always out on a sort of “rampage" on various pretences. "Mary" supposed that as her talents had been rejected here, she might find a better market for them elsewhere, and so she ordered them to Davis in the capacity of a clandestine correspondent and eaves-dropper. She boasts of her arrest, and seems desirous of the notoriety she has acquired. have a letter addressed to Mrs. Sarah Z. Evans, No. 553 Capitol Hill, Washington city, care of Adams She bas HEAD-QUARTERS FIRST CORPS, ARMY OF THE POTOMAC, MANASSAS, Aug. 5, 1861. MADAM:-Your letter of the 26th ultimo has been received, making some inquiries relative to the body of your late brother, Colonel Cameron, United States Army, killed at Manassas on the 21st ultimo. In answer, I will state, that upon inquiry, I find he Mrs. Greenhow is another of these lady friends was interred with several other bodies in a grave of treason-in person of far more ability than the about 200 yards from the house of a Mrs. Dogan, masculine Miss Fribble above referred to. on the battle-field, who attended herself to this sad been one of the queens of our F. F. V.'s, and deduty-forgetting in her goodness of heart that lighted in being one of the leaders of fashion and these very foes had brought destruction and desti-society hereaways. A long time engaged in this tution upon her home and fireside-and that they had crossed into her country for the purpose of subverting its institutions, and the form of government it had chosen, as a free people, to establish for itself. Indeed, I fully agree with you. May all the distress of this unholy war be visited upon the heads of those who are responsible for it, and may the Almighty Ruler of the Universe, in His infinite goodness and wisdom, (continue to) prosper the righteous cause! A gentleman of this State, Mr. Kinlaw Fauntleroy, a private in Col. Stuart's cavalry brigade, has in his possession a miniature portrait of Col. Cameron and wife, which he intends to return to their friends after the war; for at present no intercourse of the kind is admissible between the two contending parties. With much respect, I remain your most obedient MESSRS. ARNOLD HARRIS, M'GRAW, AND ELY. We learn that several members of Congress and other influential and prominent gentlemen are in favor of the release of these individuals. Certain correspondence of Mr. Harris', written in the month of April, to friends in New Orleans, proving him to be a friend to the South, has been laid before the authorities. It has never been pretended that Harris did any thing more than commit an indiscretion and place himself in an equivocal attitude by approaching our lines without a flag of truce, seeking indirectly for the body of Secretary Cameron's brother. His letter to Gen. Beauregard was couched in terms ill-calculated to forward him in the business upon which he had come, and his "neutral" business, she has undoubtedly been of great service to the public enemy. Like Miss Windle, she glories in her martyrdom, and will doubtless look forward to being duly commissioned as one of the saints in the rebel calendar. I hear that others of these sweet daughters of Ere are to follow this twain. I hear the wife of one of our leading merchants discussed as a candidate for the atten tions of the provost-marshal. Is it offending the sanctities to write of these things? Is our regard for woman to prevent us from exposing and checking them when they be come the emissaries of a great and unparalleled tyranny? When their husbands, and fathers, and brothers run off to enlist in the traitors' army, they leave behind these tender partners of their former homes; and if these latter become agents of discord and mediums of treachery, the law must take its course. Phila. Press. WAR SONNET. OH, GOD of Nations! whose august decree, Oh, Thou! who through the patriots' heart of oak And all these traitors' hands and hearts uncloak- ACMEL. "The Country is in danger!" But swift the answer comes! With the hum of many voices, And the distant beat of drums. Ere the proclamation's echo Has died along her shore, The Bay State men are ready To march to Baltimore. They come with steady faces, Have never ceased to burn: And remained at home to pray. See the plough left in the furrow, Not theirs the only voices That seek the heavenly ear, Nor theirs alone the bosoms That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story But the marks of traitors' feet! And now, oh! lift them gently, Till within the loved old Bay State As the conquerors pass by! "The Country is in danger! O God, we look to Thee! It is only by Thy power That a people can be free. To Thee be hearts uplifted, While our firm hands grasp the sword, And over all our armies Be the banner of the Lord. Now out with all the bunting, |