e at large. Like every other practical
point involved in this struggle, it suggests the mortifying truth that
with all our sacrifices, and all our patriotism, we are as yet in the
conduct of the war far too amiable, and by far too irresolute.

WANTED, A FOUCHE FOR WASHINGTON.--It is high time that a
good, sharp detective police officer was set to work to discover
the source of the continued leakage of our government's plans. Of
our late naval flotilla for Beaufort, we are told that 'The
positive destination of our fleet was known even in New Orleans on
the 17th ult.,--weeks before it was known in the North! and extra
troops were dispatched from points south of Charleston to defend
the approaches of that coast.' We are informed that every care was
exercised to prevent the destination of the expedition being made
public; with how much effect the above quoted paragraph fully
demonstrates. In view of this, I repeat that a FOUCHE, a
keen detective, is wanted at head-quarters; believing that any man
with half the shrewdness of the celebrated 'Duke of Otranto' would
pin the traitor in less than twenty-four hours. That such a man can
easily be found, any one who has learned what American detectives
have done, can readily believe. Active, intelligent, and wide
awake, the American who by necessity takes up this life, brings to
bear upon his investigations the shrewdness of a savage, the
tenacity of an Englishman, and, in a modified degree, the _aplomb_
of a Parisian. No one can read POE'S 'Murder of the Rue
Morgue' without recognizing at a glance the latent talent that
would have made of the cloudy poet a brilliant policeman, and would
have won for him the ducal fortune without the empty title. If we
must handle the Southern mutineers in their Rebelutionary war with
a velvet glove, let there be an iron hand inside, worked by the
high-pressure power of public indignation at their treachery and
faithlessness. We should stop this leakage of our plans, cost what
it may, and the traitorous Southern correspondent meet the
execration of ARNOLD, and the fate of ANDRE. The
iron hand should stop the treacherous pen, should choke the wagging
tongue. The North demands it.

And yet again, since the above was penned, we learn that it has been
ascertained by a balloon reconnaissance that a p