A Southern correspondent, who was present at the first battle of Bull Run, relates the following:

“General Jackson’s brigade had been lying for hours sustaining with unflinching courage a most terrific fire. The general had his horse shot under him, and a finger of the left hand shot off; but, cool as a cucumber, he still urged his ‘boys’ to be steady; and steady they were, when they charged and butchered the Fire Zouaves and other regiments right and left. The General has a way of holding his head up very straight; and his almost invariable response to any remark is, ‘Very well,’ whilst his chin seems trying to get uu towards the top of his head. The writer remembers, in the midst of the fight, to have seen the General rallying his men, while his chin seemed to stick out farther, and his ‘Very wells’ seemed to sound more euphoniously than ever; and when the writer wished to pour a little whiskey upon the shattered finger, he was told that it was ‘of no consequence;’ and away went the General, with a battery following him, to take position in some advantageous spot. If any one was ever entitled to a sobriquet, the General certainly deserved that of cool.”