Wherever and whenever a war for freedom is given, there
Englishmen will be found, not for glory only, but for the
natural bull-dog love of fighting and the inborn British love
of the just cause and the weak side. Thus we find on the side
of Yankee tyranny but one Englishman, Sir Percy Wyndham, who
has lately quitted the Lincolnites in disgust; while on our
side we find Colonel Grenfell still firm in his affection for
the Stars and Bars; Captain Byrne, who lost a leg at Manassas,
and insists upon fighting through the war; Captain Gordon of A.
P. Hill’s staff, who acted so gallantly at Fredericksburg; and
many others, in both our Army and Navy. Among these “others”
the name of Lieutenant Dawson deserves mention. Lieutenant D.,
a youth of eighteen or nineteen, insisted on coming over in the
_Nashville_. Captain Pegram’s sense of duty would not permit him
to receive him as a passenger, so he shipped before the mast as a
common sailor, and in that capacity did his duty faithfully and
manfully. Arrived in this city, he at once joined the Purcell
Battery as a private, and was wounded in one of the battles
on the Chickahominy. As soon as his wound was well, General
Randolph very justly promoted him to a Lieutenancy, which post he
continues to fill with distinction and credit to the service. We
bid him and the rest of his Anglo-Confederate comrades God speed,
good luck, and plenty of promotion, for they are sure to deserve
it. And if they are disposed to settle down in Dixie, we have no
objection to their forming an alliance with some of our pretty
Southern girls.