The Daily Green Mountain Freeman

BUCKNER In Good Humor.—The rebel general Buckner, now occupying state departments in Fort Warren, has evidently not become so soberly in his change from Fort Donelson to his present position as to lose all his vivacity. He desires a lively newspaper, and has written the following letter ordering one:

"To the Editors of the Louisville Journal:
FORT WARREN, Mass., March 4, 1862.

Gentlemen:—Amongst other luxuries of which I have been deprived since my imprisonment, is the pleasure of perusing those chaste and refreshing notices with which, for some time past, your paper has honored me; and although in my progress through the North I have met with many attempts on the part of the press at an imitation of your peculiarly felicitous style of misrepresentation, I have found none to equal the original. I am, therefore, under the necessity of applying to the fountain-head. I enclose two dollars, for which please send me your country daily, to the following address:

Gen. S. B. BUCKNER,
Care Col. J. Dimick,
Fort Warren, Mass.

P. S. Since writing the above, our friend, Col. R. W. Hanson has reached this celebrated resort, and desires me to add that the present of a demijohn of whisky, which he learns you have promised him, would never be more acceptable than at this time—the locality and the latitude, as well as the sentiments of our neighbors up the harbor, holding out most tempting inducements to cultivate a taste for that delightful beverage. As a matter of caution, however, he urges me to add, that he hopes, if the liquor be of good quality, you will not venture to taste it, as he might thereby incur much risk in losing it altogether—a privation which, however agreeable to yourself, would be attended with serious inconvenience to himself, during the prevalence of the prevailing nor'easters.

S. B."
In publishing this epistle the Journal says:

"We are glad the bagged rebel is in such good humor. He evidently feels a great deal more comfortable now than he has felt for many months, and hence, from being sullen and morose, he actually undertakes to laugh and jest. Perhaps he experiences a sense of relief on account of being quartered in a safe retreat, where hostile bayonets glisten not nor hostile bullets sing and whistle; and yet how he can manage to employ his time without weariness where there are no bridges or locks or dams to blow up, no railroads to destroy, no wagons to seize and confiscate, no horses, cattle, sheep and hogs to steal, is really more than we can conceive. We hope he will enlighten us upon this point in his next epistle.

As for Roger Hanson's message to us, it shall of course be attended to. We did promise Roger some fine whiskey, and it is on hand. It is already jugged—like Roger himself."