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From Col. Morgan's Regiment.

FRIEND SNYDER: — There have been few communications, if any, from the boys of the 10th Regiment, and I thought our fate and our interests were identical, in some measure, with the interests of Quincy. Our chief officers are all old Quincy residents, and their movements, as well as the movements of their commands, must be noted and followed in the mind's eye by the people of Quincy, with interest. Our Regiment, we flatter ourselves, has approached as near to perfection as any body of men could become in the short time we have drilled. Col. Morgan ties himself to his work closely and performs all his duties promptly and faithfully. He understands the movements of the Battallion as well, apparently, as any man could. He is very deliberate, thought prompt, and his mistakes, if by chance he should make any, are extremely few and far between. This is dissecting a superior officer rather coolly, but I know the Colonel himself would like it much better than honied words by flattery. The two flanks of our Regiment are armed with rifles. Company C, the color company, have Springfield and Harper's Ferry muskets, and the remaining companies are supplied with the celebrated "Austrian muskets" you have, no doubt, heard so much about.

Rumors are constantly springing up that we shall soon receive marching orders. We hail all such news with satisfaction and delight, but the orders do not arrive. Our Regiment is out on parade this morning, ready for general Review. Gen. Grant has been expected and has just arrived on the "B," which is up from Cairo. The boys are all excitement of course.

Our hospital is conducted on most excellent sanitary principles. We have, perhaps, too great an abundance of fresh air, but a little lumber will remedy that. We have plenty of stores, and Dr. Payne, (our newly appointed Surgeon) and Dr. Stahl make good medical attendants. The Colonel visits us often, and in fact his eye is over all that pertains to his Regiment.

It is very dull here, and it is not the season of the year to find graceful foliage, fragrant breezes and rippling brooks. The place has some natural advantages, but it is a caricature on cities. There is a post and express office here, seemingly united, but there is no telegraph and no stores with "Yaneee Notions" enable one to get whatever he might wish. I only hope it is not our fate to remain here long.

Only a few companies are in tents, though it is the desire of all to live in them. Most of us are in a large large brick building on the levee that was formerly commenced for a grand hotel. It is partially filled by the requirements of the General Hospital, but the air is impregnated with disease for some distance around. We should all be healthier in tents. Camp diarrhea, caused by drinking river water, is the principal complaint among the boys. We have quite a number in the hospital pretty sick, but out of the whole Regiment, since the date of the last enlistment, have lost only seven by death. These were buried with proper honors. Three of them, alas, were Quincy boys. There are none dangerously sick at present.

L'eut. Col. Tillson is on a mission of some kind at Indianapolis, Ind. There is some commotion to know who will come in as Major. I cannot even guess at the probabilities.

That great epoch in a soldier's career — pay day — transpired last Saturday. Much of the money will work its way homewards, and much will be foolishly expended. There have been several instances of super glorious elevation, but in most instances the cases have not been sufficiently aggravated to cause much attention.