September 16.—We have a truce of ten days. It has been given to let the people get out of Atlanta. Sherman has ordered every one to leave that place. Refugees are coming out by the thousand, perfectly destitute, as they are not permitted to bring any thing with them.
The authorities in the South are doing every thing to alleviate the sufferings of these unfortunates. There are people here separated from their families, and with no idea where they have gone.
The great chieftain, General John Morgan, is no more. This brave man did not have the honor of falling on the battlefield. It is said he was betrayed by a woman, and that after he surrendered he was brutally murdered, and that indignities of all kinds were heaped on his lifeless body; but his “country conquers with his martyrdom.”
Alas! how fleeting is every thing in this world; it seems but yesterday that he took for his bride one of Tennessee’s fairest daughters. She is now bereft of her all, and, like the bride of Glenullen,
"Shall await,
Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate;
A steed comes at morning; no rider is there;
But its bridle is red with the sign of despair."
He was brave, chivalrous, and patriotic. He will never die in the hearts of his countrymen. He has fallen in a great cause— a nobler death he could not have wished for. “His spirit will walk abroad, and never rest till the great cause triumphs.”
