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A Fight at Last.


Dispatches received last night inform us that war has now opened in good earnest in Charleston harbor. Yesterday morning the fire of seven batteries was opened on Major Anderson, who promptly responded with the guns of Sumter. Nothing was seen of the United States fleet off the harbor, though it has probably arrived before this, and is taking its part in the game of bowls with cannon shot.

Further dispatches will be awaited with breathless anxiety, and of course the universal hope of patriots everywhere must be that the gallant little band in Sumter can hold out until the fleet arrives to relieve them. It is probable, however, that the rebels will interrupt further telegraphic communication with the seat of war.