The Richmond Daily Dispatch.
Friday morning...Jan, 17, 1862.

Escape of Capt. Edwards from Lincoln's clutches — interesting Narrative.

The Quincey (Fla.) Dispatch, of the 8th instant, contains the following interesting account of the escape of Capt. John E. Edward's from the clutches of Lincoln's minions:

Capt. John E. Edwards, of the George B. Sloat, who, it will be recollected, was captured by the Federal war shipsteamer Mohawk, reached our town the day before yesterday, on his way to his home in the city of Apalachicola. His family are now aware of his escape from Yankee clutches, but he will not be the less warmly welcomed that his coming is unexpected.

Our readers will also remember the gallant conduct of Mrs. D. P. Holland, at the time of the capture of the Sloat, who furled her body in the Confederate flag, and defied the minions of Lincoln. Capt. Edwards states that after the release and departure of his lady, the officers and crew of the Mohawk spoke of her in the most insulting and disgusting manner, using language to make a decent man's blood boil, though he being powerless, it would have been vain to have given vent to his indignation.

The Captain further says, after his capture, he was nearly four months kept a close prisoner on board the Mohawk, treated all the time with every sort of indignity, robbed of his money by the crew and of the very few comforts he possessed in the way of clothing, and that, to his frequent protestations against such treatment, the Captain replied by threatening to send him in double irons to Washington, where he would be placed on trial for his life. He was finally sent to New York, where he was imprisoned a month more in the House of Detention.

At length he was brought to trial, but on the hearing no offence could be proved against him but that he had run the blockade. It seems the officer who accompanied him from the Mohawk had left the city without making any special charges. His case was thus directed by the judges to lie over for a few days, he in the meantime being suffered to depart; but all his movements were closely watched by a guard set over him. It was on a Saturday evening when he was remitted, and being required to appear again before the court on Monday, he determined to use the interval in endeavoring to effect his escape. As good fortune would have it, on Sunday he came bluff up to an old acquaintance whom, he had once befriended in Apalachicola, who informed him there was a ship in port just on the eve of sailing for Nassan, New Providence, on the British Bahama Islands. At the instigation and by the aid of this friend he obtained from an English Captain a discharge from his vessel as a British sailor, and thus protected, succeeded the same day in smuggling his clothes aboard the ship bound for Nassan. In addition to his protection as a British sailor, Capt. E. was enabled to evade the surveillance of the police, who visit every vessel about to leave the port of New York, by being enrolled as one of the ship's crew. On Monday they sailed from Sandy Hook, and on arriving at Nassan found the Ella Warley, (formerly the shipsteamer Isabel, and owned by Jas. M. Mordecal; which, under the old regime, was the U. S. mail carried between Charleston and Havana,) in portrayal to sail for Charleston. He took passage, and on Thursday morning last, "Just ere the peep of dawn," came up in front of the bar off Charleston. The whole horizon was shrouded in a dense fog, and they were compelled to "lie to" until the rising sun should clear up the mist end open the way to the harbor of their hopes. But as the sun began to rise and the mist to vanish, the lifting of the murky veil revealed to their astonished gaze the threatening aspect of the two war steamers blockading the port, distant about a mile. It was no time then to pause for wonder or speculation, but every hand, passengers, crew, and all, were beat to quarters and put to work. Wood, tar, pitch, turpentine-everything combustible, was thrown into the furnaces till, reaching a white heat, away the steamer flew. Quick chase was given, and peal after peal of shot and shell came thundering after them; but the noble ship sped on her way unharmed, crossed the bar, keeping up the full power of steam till safely passing beneath the protecting guns of Sumter, she was greeted by the garrison with loud and repeated shouts of triumphant welcome, and the heart of every man on board, relieved from the great excitement, said within itself, "All is well."

Mr. D. T. Bisble, bearer of important dispatches from Messrs., Yancey, Rost and Mann, was a passenger, and during the chase stood at one of the port holes, holding his hag of dispatches, with leaden sinkers attached, ready to let go should the steamer be captured.

Capt. Edwards says the cargo of the Ella Wharley, worth about $700,000, consisted of arms, ammunition, blankets, shoes, medicines, &c.

This achievement was, indeed, glory enough for one day; yet this is not all; Capt. Edwards left in the port of Nassan the British shipsteamer Gladiafor, laden with two millions worth of arms, intended for the Confederate States. She happened there, says Capt. E., in this way; She sailed from an English port, (after the Queen's, proclamation prohibiting the exportation of arms,) ostensibly for New Brunswick, to supply British subjects there, but lost her way--in a hora! Late information enables us to inform our readers that she is now safely moored in a Confederate port.

a Florida port — so our hearts may also say "all's well."