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The Daily Dispatch: November 15, 1861., [Electronic resource]

emainder will soon arrive or be appointed at once. What his plans will be against the enemy I am not aware, but it is quite probable that he will in a great measure carry out the designs of Gen. Fremont. Wilson's Creek, the battle ground, is held by a portion of the rebel army, who are engaged in throwing up earthworks, and the remainder of the force, with the exception of the body at Cassville, is within ten or fifteen miles of the creek, some of them being at Curran, and others at Crane Creek and Dug Springs. Four days ago Gen. McCulloch issued ten days rations to his men, and informed them that they would fight before those rations were exhausted. McCulloch is very anginous for battle, and his troops share his enthusiasm. The whole force of the rebels is said to be about 60,000, but of these some 10,000 or 15,000 are not in fighting condition. My opinion is that we shall meet not far from 45,000 men in battle, many of them finely armed, and having from thirty

dquarters and serenaded the General. Crowds of officers gathered in front of his quarters and greeted him by loud and prolonged cheering, and had the battle transpired according to arrangements the troops would have fought in the most determined manner; but the arrival of General Hunter, about ten o'clock in the evening, made a complete change in the matter, and the battle has been delayed. General Fremont and staff, with the exception of Colonels Lovejoy, Hudson, and Schenck, left for Tipton to-day, at six A. M. The camps were not generally made aware of the departure, as it was not deemed prudent for the soldiers to receive the information until the General should be some distance on the way. The faces of all who were around the headquarters at the time of the departure wore an expression of sadness, and evinced that a sore blow had been struck at the enthusiasm of the Western army. Only the immediate presence of the enemy, and the prospects of battle in a few days, kept our c

ov. 2. --A special dispatch to the St. Louis Republican says: Reliable information has been received here from different sources that Gen Price was at Cassville on Thursday last, with 25,000 men, and that Ben. McCulloch was ten miles this side of that place, with 10,000 more, with the intention of marching on Springfield and offering battle on the old Wilson's Creek grounds. McCulloch was expecting 10,000 additional troops from Arkansas. Large numbers of the residents of Green, Jasper, and other adjoining counties, recently joined Gen. Price's army, and many of our officers think that the rebel force now numbers nearly 60,000 men. Gen. Fremont has been up nearly the whole of the past five nights, making the most perfect arrangements for a battle, and the confidence of the army in him was never so great as at the present time. Gens. Lane and Sturgis have arrived, and Gens. Pope and McKinstry are hourly expected. The friends of Fremont trying to induce him t

staff is here, and the remainder will soon arrive or be appointed at once. What his plans will be against the enemy I am not aware, but it is quite probable that he will in a great measure carry out the designs of Gen. Fremont. Wilson's Creek, the battle ground, is held by a portion of the rebel army, who are engaged in throwing up earthworks, and the remainder of the force, with the exception of the body at Cassville, is within ten or fifteen miles of the creek, some of them being at Curran, and others at Crane Creek and Dug Springs. Four days ago Gen. McCulloch issued ten days rations to his men, and informed them that they would fight before those rations were exhausted. McCulloch is very anginous for battle, and his troops share his enthusiasm. The whole force of the rebels is said to be about 60,000, but of these some 10,000 or 15,000 are not in fighting condition. My opinion is that we shall meet not far from 45,000 men in battle, many of them finely armed,

fection smother, And bade me join the Tyrant cause, To subjugate my Mother! With bold ambition, came the twain, This mother tie to silver; Envy and hatred! sued the shaft, To blast my heart forever, It seared and withered like the free The lightning bolt has liven, On earth there is no peace again-- Would I could hope for Heaven? Oh, Lee! how proud the soul must feel, Your Mother's heart you cherished; Virginia! prayers ascend for thee, Whilst all my hopes are perished. And Davis, toe, like Washington, Is blessed in every heart-- Wives, Mothers, Sisters pray for him-- I took the Traitor's part! My heart grows sick, or I could call On many a brilliant name Inscribed in characters of gold, While mine is writ in shame. Scorn and contempt, and cold neglect, Are the reward my treachery won; With honor, health, and power destroyed, Virginia! thy revenge is done. Then cease, Virginia, to upbraid; Could you but look within The heart remorse is gnawing at, You'd

I'm cater; Reflecting now with fears, In six short months I've blasted all The hopes of sixty years; Ambition, with constrictor's coil, Did all affection smother, And bade me join the Tyrant cause, To subjugate my Mother! With bold ambition, came the twain, This mother tie to silver; Envy and hatred! sued the shaft, To blast my heart forever, It seared and withered like the free The lightning bolt has liven, On earth there is no peace again-- Would I could hope for Heaven? Oh, Lee! how proud the soul must feel, Your Mother's heart you cherished; Virginia! prayers ascend for thee, Whilst all my hopes are perished. And Davis, toe, like Washington, Is blessed in every heart-- Wives, Mothers, Sisters pray for him-- I took the Traitor's part! My heart grows sick, or I could call On many a brilliant name Inscribed in characters of gold, While mine is writ in shame. Scorn and contempt, and cold neglect, Are the reward my treachery won; With honor, health, and po

e traitor. But the following lines from the gifted pen of a distinguished lady of this city, whose name we dislike to withhold, but dare not give, is the most truthfully severe of anything that has yet met our eye, and withal the most truly poetic.--Raleigh (N. C.) State Journal. Virginia! Thou art well avenged! Remorse is killing me! Let me pour forth one long, last wall, For all I've injured thee. Would I could feel as once I did, The proud and lofty air, With which I took my Mother's sword, I never more can wear. I see it now with reeling brain, The blade is gory red, Each drop stands out, a brother's name, I've numbered with the dead: Oh, take from me the maddening sight, The glittering bilted grasp. It stings me with the serpent tooth, Deadly as poisonous asp! The vision's gone! Again I'm cater; Reflecting now with fears, In six short months I've blasted all The hopes of sixty years; Ambition, with constrictor's coil, Did all affection smother, And ba

Scott's Lament. Much has been spoken and written about Gen. Scott, once the pride of the proudest nation on earth, now the scorn and contempt of all honorable men, even those who reward the treachery detest the traitor. But the following lines from the gifted pen of a distinguished lady of this city, whose name we dislike to withhold, but dare not give, is the most truthfully severe of anything that has yet met our eye, and withal the most truly poetic.--Raleigh (N. C.) State Journal. Gen. Scott, once the pride of the proudest nation on earth, now the scorn and contempt of all honorable men, even those who reward the treachery detest the traitor. But the following lines from the gifted pen of a distinguished lady of this city, whose name we dislike to withhold, but dare not give, is the most truthfully severe of anything that has yet met our eye, and withal the most truly poetic.--Raleigh (N. C.) State Journal. Virginia! Thou art well avenged! Remorse is killing me! Let me pour forth one long, last wall, For all I've injured thee. Would I could feel as once I did, The proud and lofty air, With which I took my Mother's sword, I never more can wear. I see it now with reeling brain, The blade is gory red, Each drop stands out, a brother's name, I've numbered with the dead: Oh, take from me the maddening sight, The glittering bilted grasp. It stings me with the serpent tooth, Deadly as p

Scott's Lament. Much has been spoken and written about Gen. Scott, once the pride of the proudest nation on earth, now the scorn and contempt of all honorable men, even those who reward the treachery detest the traitor. But the following lines from the gifted pen of a distinguished lady of this city, whose name we dislike to withhold, but dare not give, is the most truthfully severe of anything that has yet met our eye, and withal the most truly poetic.--Raleigh (N. C.) State Journal. Virginia! Thou art well avenged! Remorse is killing me! Let me pour forth one long, last wall, For all I've injured thee. Would I could feel as once I did, The proud and lofty air, With which I took my Mother's sword, I never more can wear. I see it now with reeling brain, The blade is gory red, Each drop stands out, a brother's name, I've numbered with the dead: Oh, take from me the maddening sight, The glittering bilted grasp. It stings me with the serpent tooth, Deadly as p

Wanted. --I wish to hire for the ensuing year or doing the war, as the owners may prefer fifty able Negro men, for the various departments of labor at the Carbon Hill Mines, in this county, under and above the ground. Our operations are not more dangerous than ordinary occupations--one single life only having lost by accident in that department luring the past eight years. Jno. J. Werth, Agent. oc 15--ts