The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1878-07-27

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letter that is Not II News Letter
Editorial correspondence OF the Dispatcr.J
OLD POINT COMFORT. July "a, 1873.
Things are 'tby and large" known mainly
from their opposites, and certainly there is
Il marked difference between news and no
news. People are mostly inclined to news,
but il is not uncommon to meet with those
who become tircd. of it and desire to have
time Of rest from news, particularly when
that which has been coming for time is
not agreeable. Macbeth was very tired OF
the run OF events when he bawied out In
rage, "Bring me no more reports u; or
was it Richard? I "misremembcr which,
as both of them saw time when the news
was.such that they wanted to hear no more.
rather think most OF Us Coniedcratns grew
yery tired OF the thick-cominG" events OF
the winter OF '65. Oh, then, indeed, we all
desired that the run Of reports should take
& turn or come abruptly to an end. There
are times even TO the journalist when Sc
rene period--a time OF entire quiet, when
the mind is pacific, and startling. reports
disturb not its peace-is delightful, ana 1t
is not eXtravagant to suppose that readers
as well as journalists are sometimes quite
stated with news, and venture, therefore,
letter without news.
These chronicles announced the arrival OF
Governor Holiday at this place, and stated
something OF his ':coming and going.' He
departed last Monday for home. He crossed
the Roads to Ocean View OH Saturday
amidst the summer storm, and disappeared
in the driving mist as he neared tie locality
where he passed few hours OF pleasure
with other gentlemen who were the guests
OF General Groner, of Norfolk. On Mon
day, as said above, he returned home, as
YOU already know. This leisureiy record IS
in wide contrast with the announcements
of this day Of electricity, and, as Duntreary
says, 81 rather like it." It is entirely free
from nervousness" and cannot require
correction.
As it relates to the Governor, it brings
up recollection Of the deliberation and
sowly.trayelling news OF other times. The
late Whit Tunstall gave a graphic account
Of an interview with quidnunc OF his
time-a man of local prominence, notary
public. chairman Of a cross-road meeting,
and subscriber to the Richmond Enquirer.
Meeting this important person during a
nerly way accosted, thus: " Good morning,
Mr.. Tunstall. What is the news from Rich
mond, sir?" TunstaIl informed him that
he had been absent some time from Rich
mond, and that the papers had brought him
news later than he could give him. Swell
ing with Importance and sclf-conplacency,
he said: sEWell, sir, pcrused the En4u'-
rer OF the 9th and discovered that they were
upon thes pints Of electing Of Govcrn'r."
This chopped" Whit, and added to bis cN-
uuisite "reminiscences picture that never
failed to split the sides OF all who heard his
inimitabe representation OF it. You see
how deliberate and photographic they were
in those days.
A dozen more shots from the fort, and
the target is still unharmed; but this is the
old story.
General Ftz. Lee came on Sunday and
left Tuesday. in his company were Mr..
Adams, clerk of the House Of Representa-
lives, and Mr. Burke, Of Alexandria, a very
cstimable citizen OF the venerable city.
General Lee brought with him that ire
pressibe spirit and electric gcniality which
makes hisfriendS amongst tue most devoted
and sincere. His activity and practical
good sense make him one OF the most USE
full of citizens in time of peace, as he was
one OF the foremost in time OF war. He
was so bright and entertaining that all
missed him when gone.
read the account OF the funeral Of the
late Oliver P. Baldwin copied into your pa
per from The Baltimore san. felt sad
enough In the perusal thereof. Poor Bald
win Supplemented, sincere, and atfec-
tionate man! he was child OF genius as
well as of misfortune. His life was one OF
the most biameless. He was gifted with
wit and humOr OF high order. His style
OF writing was graceful and rigidly free
from the stains OF impurity. | can say
most earnestly that think he hardly wrote
ANYTHING which upon reflection he would
have blotted out. His thoughts and his
words were free from both ill-wi!l and re-
sentiment, and the illusions OF no man who
wrote so much were more free from Of
fence or less liable to implant sting in the
breast OF fellow-being. He was plea
SAINT, racy, aud happy writer, ana
what he wrote. was prompted py
good heart. whose main desire was
to do good. Peace to his ashes
Those who were his contemporaries can
not fail to be reminded by his death OF the
near proximity OF the darts OF the lnsatiate
archer to themselves. When men OF whom
we know little or nothing die we are not
especially interested III their ages. or the
places Of their birth, or the actions OF their
lives: but when q man whom we knew and
appreciated, and with whom we sympa-
thized, is taken off, each Of us feel that a COM
,rade is struck down at his side, and that the
next shot may end his life and put him in a
newly-made grave: And thus we so and
thus we follow our friends, whose COM
-, :, !, x,,a on;opod in IjYa ~ hnsa pnod for
tune gladdened us, and whose rcyerses sor-
rowed us. From these friends even the
grave cannot long separate US.
Mr.. Baldwin was the writer OF editorials
for the Baltimore Sun. The founder and
editor OF that remarkable journal passed a
week here recently, and left for the North
the morning OF The day that the news or
poor BaldWin's death was announced by
telegraph. flow very different were the two
men, and yet 10 some respects there were
points OF resemblance between them. Mr..
Abel isa man Of very thnder heart. The
tear Of sympathy wells up as. readily from
his eyes as liz can from fhosn az nyly man, Tn