Our Dead.

Our [cotemporary](sic), the Enterprise thus feelingly portrays the awful and heartrending scenes in our midst for the last thirty hours. We indorse every word of the following.

Many of the terrible incidents of the disaster will be seen in the account furnished by our reporter. The scene in and around the hoisting works of the burning mines during the early part of the day, was indescribably heartrending. A large number of victims had families residing in Gold Hill. Wives, mothers and children gathered around the openings of the mines, tearfully inquiring for their missing relatives, and lacerating all hearts will their wails of anguish as the dreadful truth flashed upon them. We trust it may not be our fate to ever witness another such scene. Once in a lifetime is more than sufficient.

As for the suffering wives and children of the men who have thus perished; let their wants be provided for by the ever generous communities of Virginia and Gold Hill. We know nothing of the circumstances of these grief-stricken families, but it is quite probable that some of them, at least, have been suddenly deprived of their means of support, and their needs must be looked to. The fate of the men who have lost their lives by this calamity assumes an attitude almost of martyrdom. Mining is the leading industry of the State, and those who descend bare-armed into the bowels of the earth to labor and advance it, do so with a peril which does not attach to any other occupation. These men seem to have suffered in a common cause, and to provide for their destitute families should be deemed a public duty.