Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-06-20

FAIR RETORT.-When the federalsts first
arrived at New Orleans, they were tainted
at every lane and turning, by cowardly men
and boys, who never fired shot in daylight,
save at harmless bird or dove or drew a
blade except in street row or midnight conflict
and assassination. These contemplate rem
resentatives of man and manhood, urged on
by citizens now known and marked, followed
our soldiers, rabbe-like, chanting in chorus
almost, ''Y elbow Jack is coming, Yellow Jack
is coming, run towards, run" | was rather
amused than otherwise at the following con-
versation which l heard while standing at
door Said some hopeful scions of the genus
fop, or fool, to a soldier of the Union, as he
was passing in the street-''Here, Yankee.
have you heard that Yellow Jack is about.
and the Charity Hospital full of dying, Sing
| Sing niger thieves like you 2" ''Oh yes, i" said
the soldier, calmly and politely, Il know it
all. but there is something worse than that
on know the transport that came this morn
ing, and all the troops that disembarked; and
have you heard what they brought over from
Ship Island here?" '.No, not" said both
voices as in one. 'Do tell us, will you, what
it is ?" ''Well, said the soldier. hesitating
and looking steadily around, 'I'll tell you.
court-martial or what not;" then speaking
slowly, and lowering to a confidential tone
his voice, he added, almost flatteringly, s'thev
brought awful, awful small poX; the doctor of
our regiment says it is-it is the worst tyne
known to medical science but stop, haven't
got it, though l did put two brave comrades
Gall that would hold together) in sheet of tar
this morning. And now, if your Yellow Jack
can beat our beauty-spoiling small pox, let the
old fellow go ahead Don't trouble yourself
to say good morning or waste time in compli-
ments of the season." continued the federal
lst, as he put his interrogatories into double
quick time, by walking close behind.-Coy-
rcspondencc Of the Boston Post.
GEN. MILRoY AND HIS MEN-Gen. Mil
roy is a man often mentioned in Fremont's de-
partment. He is an odd specimen of an Am
ercan. Standing about six feet four inches
high, he towers above his men with command
ing physical force, his face is square with red
dish gray beard, covering but not hiding,
small mouth of singular directness and decis-
ION. lie speaks heSitatingly, and is evidently
not large nor quick thinker. A nervous
sensibility, or sensation of fear never came in
to his composition So when his name was
mentioned on the day of the battle, as to lead
the advance, he replied:
''Oh, yes, let me do it; will go ahead
yes, to. Gen-ar-al, my boys II fix en-"
"Ihere is no trouble about your going a.
head, General Milroy, but you are in danger
of going too far
but wont-t-this time, general, I'll obey
orders strictly"
So Milroy went ahead. About three o'clock
of that afternoon, saw him in a wheat field
peering over the grain tips into the wood, in
a moment the leaden grain fed its iron-stalks,
and the air was full of hustlng sounds, and
brave men fell bleeding and dying. In that
glorious little band Of patriot heroes there
were no pale cheeks nor liyid lip, there was
no moan nor shrek of pain. "Put me down
gently, boys" said a wounded captain of the
Goth Ohio, as his men rested for moment
bearing the shattered body to the rear. He
lay quiet there in the shade, his soldiers, COM
panions, townsmen, may be, turned again to
the sheet of flame, bursting shell and whiz-
zing bullet Correspondence Of the Eyening
Post.