Gen. Sickles.
The Northern papers favor their readers with glowing accounts of a luxurious and magnificent carriage which has been presented to Gen. Sickles by his admirers. So goes the world. Stonewall Jackson, the saint and hero, rode an old sorrel horse that few but himself in either army would be willing to mount. Sickles, the military pretender, the notorious debauchee, who murdered his wife's paramour after conniving at his own dishonor, and who has been described by one of his own fellow-citizens as "the greatest prostitute in New York," rides in state like a prince. But who would not rather go afoot all his life and die a thousand deaths than be the occupant of that carriage?
