An Ubiquitous editor.
--The editor of the Atlanta Confederacy is sorely puzzled to ascertain his own whereabouts. His recollection is clear that he never was in Charleston in his life, and that he has not crossed the line of the Confederacy since the war began, yet, last week he was reported as guest of the Charleston Hotel; simultaneously in a New York paper as having been arrested in that city on his way from Canada; whilst, about the same time, a Halton Head Yankee correspondent reports him as having been seized and snugly caged at Port Royal. Our friend's ghost seems to be stalking abroad in advance of his demise, to annoy the enemy and draw on the hospitality of landlords.--Charleston Mercury.
