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The Daily Dispatch: September 18, 1861., [Electronic resource]

General Scott-his fate-an Elegy on the same the renowned Fans and Feathers General repudiates the advice of Mr. Jones--the consequences and sad fate of General F. & F., as set forth in an Elegy, partly plaintive, partly execrative by Mr. Jones himself. Aberdeen, Miss., May 7th, and Aug. 23d, 1861. General Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letGeneral Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letter. I told you if your sword was drawn against your mother, you would surely lose all the fame attached to your name. Is not the prediction being verified? To save the country from ruin, I wrote to your royal master Abe the first, also, two letters of good advice, which like your own was also disregarded. You both are at this time sorry that advice was not taken, though neither of you are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that ti

General Scott-his fate-an Elegy on the same the renowned Fans and Feathers General repudiates the advice of Mr. Jones--the consequences and sad fate of General F. & F., as set forth in an Elegy, partly plaintive, partly execrative by Mr. Jones himself. Aberdeen, Miss., May 7th, and Aug. 23d, 1861. General Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letter. I told you if your sword was drawn against your mother, you would surely lose all the fame attached to your name. Is not the prediction being verified? To save the country from ruin, I wrote to your royal master Abe the first, also, two letters of good advice, which like your own was also disregarded. You both are at this time sorry that advice was not taken, though neither of you are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that tim

General Scott-his fate-an Elegy on the same the renowned Fans and Feathers General repudiates the advice of Mr. Jones--the consequences and sad fate of General F. & F., as set forth in an Elegy, partly plaintive, partly execrative by Mr. Jones himself. Aberdeen, Miss., May 7th, and Aug. 23d, 1861. General Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letter. I told you if your sword was drawn against your mother, you would surely lose all the fame attached to your name. Is not the prediction being verified? To save the country from ruin, I wrote to your royal master Abe the first, also, two letters of good advice, which like your own was also disregarded. You both are at this time sorry that advice was not taken, though neither of you are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that time

u are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that time comes you both will weep tears of blood, and would be willing to give your right arm could you recall the past and pursue the course laid down in those letters. With the most bitter grief will you both look back on your course of imbecility, madness and folly. No one would be at all surprised if the sweet trio, King Abe, Lord Seward and you, their poor old tool, were all hung by the Black Republican party in less than 12 months. There will be awful suffering in your Northern States soon, which will bring on a terrible re-action. Then woe be to the tyrants and authors of this ruinous, useless bloody war.* * * When I lived in Virginia, Buckingham county, I frequently heard a song popular with many, called "The poor old horse, let him die," You remind me very much of the old horse, and I have honored you with a transposition of the song to suit your case. N. B. Jones.

General Scott-his fate-an Elegy on the same the renowned Fans and Feathers General repudiates the advice of Mr. Jones--the consequences and sad fate of General F. & F., as set forth in an Elegy, partly plaintive, partly execrative by Mr. Jones himself. Aberdeen, Miss., May 7th, and Aug. 23d, 1861. General Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letMr. Jones himself. Aberdeen, Miss., May 7th, and Aug. 23d, 1861. General Scott: A few weeks since I wrote to you gratuitously, giving you some wholesome advice, which I see you have disregarded.--Your sad fate was truly portrayed in that letter. I told you if your sword was drawn against your mother, you would surely lose all the fame attached to your name. Is not the prediction being verified? To save the country from ruin, I wrote to your royal master Abe the first, also, two letters of good advice, which like your own was also disregarded. You both are at this time sorry that advice was not taken, though neither of you are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that ti

u are half as much so as you will be before you are convinced of the folly of your mad career. When that time comes you both will weep tears of blood, and would be willing to give your right arm could you recall the past and pursue the course laid down in those letters. With the most bitter grief will you both look back on your course of imbecility, madness and folly. No one would be at all surprised if the sweet trio, King Abe, Lord Seward and you, their poor old tool, were all hung by the Black Republican party in less than 12 months. There will be awful suffering in your Northern States soon, which will bring on a terrible re-action. Then woe be to the tyrants and authors of this ruinous, useless bloody war.* * * When I lived in Virginia, Buckingham county, I frequently heard a song popular with many, called "The poor old horse, let him die," You remind me very much of the old horse, and I have honored you with a transposition of the song to suit your case. N. B. Jones.

Runaway --$25 reward.--Ranaway, in July, from the subscriber, Paul; brown mulatto color, a bricklayer and plasterer; 27 years of age; about 5 feet 6 inches high; square built; bushy hair and large beard when he left; face long, and hollow about the mouth; very slightly knockkneed; walks very crect; steps short and fast; voice loud and strong; when spoken to answers quickly; sullen aspect. He formerly belonged to Mr. Benjamin F. Whildon. The above reward will be paid to whoever will lodge him in the Charleston Work House. Apply at this office. se 16--eodlm

Runaway --$25 reward.--Ranaway, in July, from the subscriber, Paul; brown mulatto color, a bricklayer and plasterer; 27 years of age; about 5 feet 6 inches high; square built; bushy hair and large beard when he left; face long, and hollow about the mouth; very slightly knockkneed; walks very crect; steps short and fast; voice loud and strong; when spoken to answers quickly; sullen aspect. He formerly belonged to Mr. Benjamin F. Whildon. The above reward will be paid to whoever will lodge him in the Charleston Work House. Apply at this office. se 16--eodlm

Runaway --$25 reward.--Ranaway, in July, from the subscriber, Paul; brown mulatto color, a bricklayer and plasterer; 27 years of age; about 5 feet 6 inches high; square built; bushy hair and large beard when he left; face long, and hollow about the mouth; very slightly knockkneed; walks very crect; steps short and fast; voice loud and strong; when spoken to answers quickly; sullen aspect. He formerly belonged to Mr. Benjamin F. Whildon. The above reward will be paid to whoever will lodge him in the Charleston Work House. Apply at this office. se 16--eodlm

ching character, is the fact, that she is in feeble. failing health — whisting away by disease — scarcely able at times to sit up, and can walk short distances only by means of a cane — and yet, she has executed all this delicate. fair work, which vies with nature in beauty of form and color, while the hand was tremulous, the eye perhaps growing dim, the frame feeble and exhausted. All this for her country — her beloved South--the land of her choice and adoption! Can there be aught which shows more clearly a deep-seated veneration for the Confederacy and the battle she is waging for her rights, than the tolling of this patriotic woman, stricken down by disease — almost at death a door, (may God spare her life yet many years!) The money gained by such efforts quadruples in value-- aye, it is not to be computed by cold mathematical calculations The lady in question is Mrs. Dougherty, sister of Capt. I. P. Girardey of the Washington Artillery--Augusta (Ga.) Chrounle. S