The Democratic press made itself convulsively merry over Governor Andrew, of Massachusetts, for having called out the militia promptly in the flurry of May 26th. After fairly exhausting its jeering and sneering on this subject, that portion of the Northern Fourth Estate which would be termed Satanic and traitorous were it not too utterly white-livered and cowardly to be complimented with such forcible indices of even bad character, had a cruel extinguisher clapped upon it on May 29th, by a letter to the Boston _Journal_ from Lieutenant-Colonel Harrison Kitchie, A.D.C., in which Governor Andrew is most effectually vindicated by the simple publication of four telegrams received from Secretary Stanton--the first two of which were as follows: [TELEGRAM I.-COPY] 'Washington, May 25th, 1862. 'To--GOVERNOR ANDREW: Send all the troops forward that you can immediately. Banks is completely routed. The enemy are in large force advancing upon Harper's Ferry. EDWIN M. STANTON, 'Secretary of War.' * * * * * [TELEGRAM II.--COPY] 'Washington, May 25th, 1862. 'TO THE GOVERNOR OF MASSACHUSETTS: Intelligence from various quarters leaves no doubt that the enemy in great force are advancing on Washington. You will please organise and forward immediately all the volunteer and militia force in your State. 'EDWIN M. STANTON, 'Secretary of War.' How Governor Andrew could have been true to his duty and have acted otherwise than he did after receiving such commands, must be settled by those 'gossips of the mob' who, incapable of appreciating the nobility of a prompt fulfillment of duty, measure every thing military by the amount of melo-dramatic _denouement_ to which it leads. We trust that after this effectual 'counter' we may hear a little less carping at Governor Andrew, who has shown from the beginning an energy and perseverance, a promptness in emergency, and a patriotism which, when the history of this war comes to be written, will reflect the highest honor upon his name. * * * * * He who sends us the following, is worthy to bear a crow-sier as one of the Faithful: BOTH BARRELS INTO 'EM: If old Squire Price had any one bump of phrenology developed more than another, it was CORVICIDE, or, KILL-CROWATIVENESS. From corn-planting to husking-time, from dewy morn until evening more than due, he might be seen dodging behind fences, crawling around barns, stalking along in the high grass, with a long single-barreled old gun, trying to get a shot at the black thieves of crows that were forever at work on his old, sandy farm. 'What cause have you, my aged friend,' Brother Hornblower once said to him, '_What_ cause have _you_ to molest these birds, as 'toil not, neither do they spin'?' 'I tell yer what,' answered the Squire, shaking his head with savage jerks, 'come down to my house ary moruin' airly, you'll hear _caws_!'