Awful Scenes at Savannah.
The subjoined private letter from a gentleman in Savannah to his brother in Philadelphia, will show the terrible condition of things:— "I have but a moment to write to let you know that—and myself are alive, every man in the store having deserted us in consequence of the epidemic. We are determined to stay and take our chances, to see the city out of it. I enclose our report of interments yesterday (51) out of a population of not over 3,500 white people. Interments for the week 210.—Everything is in an awful state, and death and destruction stare us in the face everywhere. The gale was enough to have ruined us at most times, and now all that is required to fill our cup is a fire. We work night and day, and spend our money as if it was public property, for the benefit of the sick and destitute, and you cannot begin to imagine what distress prevails here. We cannot procure coffins enough to bury the dead, and to-day all the house carpenters in town have quit everything else, and gone to making them. Our own citizens have to take the spade and dig graves. It is really awful. Be satisfied that we are all doing our duty, and hope God will help us to do good."