From Norfolk.
[special correspondence of the Dispatch.]
A rumor reached our city yesterday, that on Wednesday night an attempt had been made by the Lincolnites to land troops at Pig's Point, small boats being used for that purpose. We heard a gun about 11½ o'clock, on that night, notwithstanding, we are inclined to doubt the report. Certain it is, however, that sentinels on duty from our city, distinctly heard the report of cannon from that quarter, many surmising it a battle near Hampton. If so, our forces were well prepared for an engagement, and doubtless a brilliant victory would be ours; but we fear the news is too good to be true.
I am most happy to inform you that Capt. McCarrick has captured another prize, in North Carolina, making the fourth within a few weeks. Her cargo consists of sugar and molasses, and the captain is in hopes of capturing, ere long, something more valuable.--This news reached us through a private letter, and is therefore reliable.
Another instance of the contemptible spirit of the troops at Old Point lately came to our notice, and from the source we gathered it, may be relied upon.
These Lincoln rascals went to a lady's house in Hampton, when she was absent, took from her a number of beautiful pictures, her crockery ware, and many articles of value and smashed them in pieces. Not content with this, they took a large feather-bed, cut it all to rags and scattered the feathers in all directions. We cannot conceive how the hearts of these men are so prone to commit such depredations upon peaceful, unoffending people. But such are their natures — such are the men, the ruffians, we are to fight. Vile and despicable fanatics arrayed against Southern chivalry.
Affairs of a military nature will take place in a few days. I deem it prudential to give no particulars.
The Young Guards, of our city, composed of young men between the ages of fifteen and twenty, paraded on our streets yesterday afternoon, making a fine appearance. They appear to be imbued with the proper spirit, which they will exercise on the battle field.
All in good spirits. Luna.
[If our correspondent would so arrange it as to have her letters mailed in time to reach us the night of the day on which they are written, it would greatly enhance their interest.-- Ed. Dispatch.]
