Affairs in Norfolk.
[correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] Norfolk, March 28th, 1862.
The chilly sea break's waft no tidings of an immediate outbreak of the "Feds" in these quarters.
Be that as it may, come when they may, a warm reception is daintily prepared and in anxious keeping for them.
The hundreds of gaudily attired officers and soldiers who daily throng the pavements, are wearied with the duel monotony of constructed activity, and will hail with pleasure unspeakable the sound of the battle drum.
Oh, what an exhibition of Southern courage and Southern regard for liberty — pure, unsullied, untarnished and undefiled — will be made here, near the sacred spot whereon the despotic power of an oriental tyrant went down "amid the wreck of Metter and the crush of worlds," to rise no more on the soil of Virginia, three sabre and ten years a go, when the dastard invaders of our homes dares to introduce in this region.
Yankee blood will mingle freely with the waters of the earth and the field will yet be held proudly — a Marathon and Thermopylae, not withstanding. The militia, dignified in their civil costumes, present a most sporran appearance, and will beyond question, fill the calling of soldiers. They are encamped in the Fair Grounds, and have comfortable quarters; yet the idea of being "militia" stings their sensibilities, and an eager spirit for volunteering pervades the entire heart.
E. Jay E.
