A PRISON-HOUSE INCIDENT.—A correspondent of The Independent writes as follows:
Being an old subscriber of your paper, I beg leave to mention an incident for your columns. Last month, when our wounded prisoners were in the Tobacco Warehouse in Richmond, on the third story, where every thing was alive with filth and vermin, and where our men were compelled to lie down without anything under them, (this was the case on this story,) and many, whose wounds had forced them to throw away part of their clothes, had nothing to cover their nakedness, one young man in the midst of a crowd of rebels—some of whom were selling bread, others insulting our men by their cowardly language—was seen to raise his arms and exclaim, "O my God!" "O my country!" and a few moments after, without any further utterance, to expire. NURSE ON THE STEAMER S. R. SPAULDING.