The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1855-01-30
RM0ND, "a:
TUESDAY MORNING, JANUARY so, 1855
SPIRIT O r III HEPKEXN.


Know Nothing organization, even ia the South, Il
nimical to slavery, and will be employed as an In
| strument for its overthrow. "By Its own confes.
fession," says the writer, Know Nothingsm "main.
tains neutral position touching the great interest,
OF the South II Is not against, neither 10 it foI
slavery. II Ii does not assail neither does It de-
fend slavery when others assail IT, The writer
contends that here, then. Is potent organization
in our midst which is abstracting the energies o
the South from the defence of it's institutons-and
continues:
In the fact that the Penny Post announces the
election of the abolitionist Wilson the Senate o
the United States with a sort of satisfaction, and
ventures even TO speak good word In his favor,
we have striking instance of the effect OF Know
Nothingism in perverting the judgment and cor.
rupting the feeling of its Southern adherents.
The Whig presents a few more of the antece-
dents OF Mr.. WISE In an extract from a speech de
livered by him at complimentary entertainment
given by the Wings Of Portsmouth In 1889. The
Whig means that MIR. Wise shall have "full and
impartial hearing" and therefore requests all to
"zealousy aid each other in ferretting out his beau
tul antecedents." 1--WE quote from the editoriaD
$50 that ths staid, sensible and honest people Of
Virginia may know precisely what confidence
should be placed in the judgment and irmness ol
| man, who rises up in the morning Wing, and
lays down Locofoco, pigging it with Locofocos
at night" The writer follows up the extracts with
some pretty sharp words to the old stock-ihe
"Ritchie Democracy of Virginia, aliuding to whai
it calls the military ORDERS which they must obey
or else the guilloline will be put in operation
"Vote for Wise, or forthwith bare your backs, and
take what your masters are pleased to give you
Bolt like men, or bow like spaniels, is the only al
tentative now
The Penny Post alludes to Mr.. Wise's speech in
harIottesville-quotes from letter to show that
he did wonders tor the Know Nothings-and hopes
he will traverse the whole State and speak at every
court house and road for thinks he can do
more for the Know Nothing cause than all the
Know Nothing orators in the Union put together.
"THE BouLp SOLDIER BoY"-The following,
which is copied from foreign jonrnal s said to be
a literal extract from letter from private sol
| dier-an only son--to his mother, living In poor
cabin near Moynaliy:
THE CANT AT BALLICKLAvA.
o. hager Jewel-shure its sorry your own boy
wod be to friten your oud hart by telling you oil
| the despret work We is having been every day
| Muther of Moses if you and my own darling Kitty
| oh my conscience, was near forgetting her.
| How is every bone in her bodyy As was going to
tell YOU when began to speak OF that dariing-if
you aud she only US lying In the down trench
esbad luck to them and It raining cats and dogs:
OH a. tnroth, and its yourself would drop sauspan
fuls Of tears FOR the poor fellow that left the
little house and the cow-not to say anything about
| you end Kitty-and all to seek for oner. Musha,
| and its little OF it goes great way here, and
mighty little I've seen, unless you'd think 1t war
the mark to get bullet from of those hairy va
| the Ruahaps Pom rT,vc III Thin L
it much more onerable to die of starvation in Ski
| bereen, and be taken home and beried what you
| might call dacently. But, agra macre sure must
| tell you some OF my courageous exploits. You
| must know, avourneen that L was one OF the bra
vest fellows in the army, was chosen to crose
the river at Alma first; in dashed, and the rest
| OF them after me; and if you only saw the bullets
| and shells flying shout me. sure it was enough to
make my heart full. Well, got to the other side
oftha river after being wet up to my neck and jus,
| as | reached the bank my shake struck Off by a
| cannon ball; and il you only saw your own beauti
/ full noby headed boy. without bit of caubien to
| save his he'd from the sum- sure you would have
] broak your hart out and out On marched till |
got bullet thro' right the CAT of my leg; down
| fell Well, looks about me and sees red coats
but lot oftepm hairy villains only, half dead about
me and one in particular. Holy Saint Pether will
forget the cut OF the vagabond till the day get
the mould over me? Well, saw the scoundrel
lit himself upon his eli ow, aud with great pain
raise the gun and fire at me; hut St Patrick saved
me, and the gun missed. With that crouched over
to the wretch apd caught him by the gulet; and
says l. "By the hole ofmy coat, if my mothers son
had you down In Moynality, its little he'd think OF
| kicking half score of yes" Well tho the spal-
| peen fired at me and lying could not murther
himin cold blood. Well, must end here, and en-
| troth if l was down with you once more 1t would
| take power of talking about honor to coax me
away. Aud hoping you and Kitty all the happiness
| OF the Brady's,
Iremain yr Son
And Kittys ever true hearted lover
PAT BRADY