and thirty seamen and forty marines, leaving the first lieutenant in charge of the ship. This gallant little band had to face the fire of the citadel and batteries, a regular force of four hundred troops, and the inhabitants of the town, who were under arms to receive them. Sir Peter was to carry, if possible, the vessels in the harbour; Lieutenants Benyon and Wilcock, with the marines, were to storm the batteries commanding it. They now pushed rapidly under a volley of fire for the shore; which they had no sooner reached than the officers leaped out of the boat with the marines, and led them immediately to the charge up the hill, driving before them three times their number of the enemy into a four-gun battery, which they instantly stormed, putting all to the sword and spiking their guns. The vessels were boarded and carried by Sir Peter Parker, in the most brilliant and dashing style, though moored within half pistol shot of the batteries. Cries of "Wellington" and "Nelson " (the sign and countersign of the night) resounded through the harbour, and on the hill proclaimed possession of the battery and vessels.

The bright career of this brave officer terminated in the war against the United States of America. He still commanded the Menelaus frigate of thirty-eight guns. Determined to make a diversion in favour of the British army on the side of Baltimore, he sailed up the Chesapeake, and resolved, by a night attack, to surprise the enemy's forces and destroy their camp. Accordingly on the night of the 30th of August, 1814, at eleven o'clock, he landed a body of seamen and marines, not exceeding altogether one hundred and forty men; and after a march of four miles reached the enemy. He found them drawn up in a plain surrounded by woods, with their camp in the rear, and their strength consisted of five hundred men, a troop of horse, and five

pieces of artillery. He attacked them immediately and compelled them to a rapid retreat behind their cannon. While animating his men to pursue their success, Sir Peter Parker was mortally wounded by a musket shot. On receiving his wound he smiled, and said to one of his lieutenants, "They have hit me, Pearce, at last, but it is nothing, push on my brave fellows and fol low me!" cheering his men with such undaunted heroism, that even his dying accents may be said to have been strains of triumph. The men as enthusiastically returned his cheer. He advanced at their head a few paces farther, when staggering under the rapid flow of blood from the wound, he fell into the arms of his second lieutenant, Mr. Pearce, and faintly desiring him to sound the bugle to collect the men, and leave him on the field, he fi nally surrendered, without a sigh, his brave spirit to the mercy Heaven.

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His men collected around his body, and swore never to deliver it up to the enemy but with their lives. A handful of gallant fellows bore him from the field before a force four times superior. The men who carried him were occasionally changed; but a sailor, named William Porrel, refused to quit the body a moment, and, unrelieved, sustained his portion of the weight to the shore. When it was suggested by some present that the enemy might rally and cut off their retreat, he exclaimed, "No! never shall a Yankee lay a hand on the body of my captain while I have life or strength to defend it." Sir Peter Parker was only twenty-eight years of age when he died.

H.A.

Captain Moore, of the Marines, who gloriously fell at Navarino, was buried near Mount Etna, in Sicily. Captain Bell, of the same corps, was consigned to a watery grave during the action.

The Genoa, 74, arrived at Ply mouth, in December 1827, from Malta, bringing home the remains of her late captain, the lamented Walter Bathurst, Esq., who fell nobly at the battle of Navarino. The Genoa having suffered more than any other British ship in the action, was in a very shattered condition, and was under jury-masts, her mizen being a mere spar. She was commanded by Captain the Hon. C. L. Irby, late of the Ariadne. Most of her officers and men being natives or old residents of Plymouth, the announcement of her arrival caused a very great sensation. Many a joyous meeting took place between relatives or friends, who had so narrowly escaped the doom of perpetual separation, and many a tear was shed to the memory of those who had fallen. Some interesting anecdotes and particulars have been communicated by the officers and crew. The following particulars, which have reached us in an anthentic manner, may be relied on:

During the action, Sir Edward Codrington set a bright example of coolness and bravery. He stood the whole time on the poop, constantly shouting to encourage the brave fellows about him, and waving in the air a white hat which he wore. His escape is considered quite miraculous, as his situation was the the most exposed one he could have chosen.

Captain Bathurst was wounded early in the action by a splinter, which knocked off his hat, and slightly tore his face. Shortly afterwards a shot took off the skirts of his coat. The fatal wound was from a grapeshot, which entered his side, passed through his body, and lodged in the opposite side of the ship. He lived eleven hours afterwards. About midnight, shortly before his death,

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he was visited by the Admiral, who said, "Well, Wattey, if you die, you die gloriously.""I know I shall die, and that soon," replied he; "but, Codrington, I hope you will remember my officers." The admiral having promised to attend to his wish, the dying veteran seemed highly gratified. He made some other requests-all of which, except one, will, doubtless, be complied with. The request to which we allude was, that he should be buried at Malta: but the Admiral thought it proper to preserve the body for an honourable burial in England.

Mr. Frederick Grey, one of the midshipinen of the Genoa, had his arm nearly severed from his body by a shot, and it was found necessary to take it off at the socket. On reaching the cockpit, he called out to the surgeon, "Bear a hand here, my hearty; make haste, will you? The fun is not half over yet, and I must have another touch at the fellows." He was not, however, suffered to go on deck again,

A marine, of the name of Hill,

only 21 years of age, who was quar tered on the poop of the Genoa, had both his arms shot off at nearly the same moment. He instantly turned to Captain Dickenson, the commander, who stood near him, and said, with the utmost coolness, "I hope you'll allow, sir, that I have done my duty."

The following characteristic anecdote of this brave fellow is worth relating:-After the fatigues of the action, one of the officers of the Genoa lay down to rest himself on a chest on which poor mutilated Hill was sitting. Presently he was aroused by hearing some one near him singing, and recognizing t voice, he exclaimed, "What! is that you singing?"-"Yes answered Hill, "I am tryin

He knew every rope, and could hand, reef, and steer,

Book-larning, why, lord, 'twas all Dickey to he.

Our chaplain could spin out a very fine yarn,
And bother each man in his mess;
Says Ned, "My brave boys, if your duty
vou'd larn,

'Tis, Succour a friend in distress." Ne'er get drunk, (says the priest, with a waive of his fist,)

Never swear, never covet another man's prog;

But see him next day, when he's cheating at whist

My eyes, 'tis a storm in an ocean of grog. Says Ned, "Them e're maxims I don't understand,

We should practice the thing we profess;" While the prayer from his heart and the gold from his hand,

He gives to a friend in distress.

AN EPISTLE

TO THE SUBLIME SULTAN OF THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE.

Great "Lord of the Moon," your Highness appears,

From all I can learn, to be up to your ears, In trouble of every sort;

And (amongst other things that your Majesty bother)

It seems that the Greeks are still making a pother,

And rowing your Government's naught-

Are raving of freedom and similar stuff,
As if to be slaves was not freedom enough
For such infidel wretches as them;
And so as I hear you try burning and plus-
der,

And rapine and murder to make 'em knock under,

And the tide of disloyalty stem.

But lately it seems that your highness's flag, At sea has been whack'd till there's barely a rag

To shew you which way the wind blows; That day after day thro' the Islands of Greece, The Rebels in numbers and courage increase, And that victory garlands their brows,

Your enemies brag that when first the news

came,

Of your Moslem's defeat, and your ships in a flame,

(Of tyranny such are the fruits)— All your dignity vanish'd-you raved and you swore,

You twisted your turban the hind part before,

And pulled up your beard by the roots.* That neither Circassians nor wine could allay The storm of your fury, or charm it away, But you kick'd up a terrible din; And the faithful" assembled your palace about,

Put themselves in as thumping a passion without,

As you were indulging within.

And now it is said you've intentions to play, With all Europe, the devil, and dear make us pay

For the desperate fright you were in; But, if I might advise, I should certainly s To let us alone is by far the best way,

If your Majesty values your skin.

For, as 'tis resolved that the Greeks shall be free,

'Tis likely more thwackings by land and by

Second-him, heart-him- Why, ay, ay, I see you understand the larned lingoes; though, for the matter o' that, there was a whole cargo of crinkum crankums in the same Gazette; you call it Greek, and mayhap its all ship-shape; for I don't know much about talking short-hand, only it looks comical to me how people can get such crooked letters into their mouth. But sailors know a little about languages too. Why, I remembers Jem Scupperplug, when he was carpenter's mate of a man-of-war brig on the coast of Brazil, and they sprung their main-yard. Well, d'ye see, they anchored at a small town, and the captain inquired if there was any body that could palaver Portuguese; and so Jem offers his sarvices, and the captain took him ashore to the mast-maker of the place. "Ho! seignor!" says Jem, "you must humble-cum-stumble, we want a roundem-come-squarem to make a [No. 15.

main yardo for de English brigo, d'ye hear?" "No entendez, seignor," replied the Portuguese,"No enten

dez." 66 What does he say Jem?" axed the skipper.- Say, sir, why he says he can't make it these ten days."-" Does he, well then come along, come along; we must go to sea, as we are, and fish it aboard." But you'll say what has all this to do with the Barge's Crew? steer a straight course, and don't yaw about to every point of the compass, like a Dutchman. All in good time, don't get in a passion I'm only trying my trim; for, of all my consarns, I loved the barge the best, particularly when I pulled the stroke-oar, and Nelson's flag was flying in the bows, though he didn't live to carry it without the balls: I was with him that 'ere time up the Mediterranean when poor Carraciolli was excer through the cruelty and intri Lady That's a dist story, and some day when

the mood, I'll tell you all about it; for I shall never forget seeing the old man, with his grey locks flowing over his shoulders, as he hung at the fore yard-arm of the Neapolitan frigate." It is an awful spectacle," whispered Ned Kentledge, as he bent down to his oar; "and I never believed before that woman's heart could exult in such a scene." Poor Ned was a worthy fellow, he had the next thwart to me; and Sam Spritsail was alongside of him, for we pulled double banked. Ned was shipmate with Jack G——. that was afterwards first lieutenant of the Concord frigate; indeed Ned taught him his duty from first to last, when he warn't much higher than a pint pot-showed him how to hand, reef, and steer-sweep, swab, and swear-coil away a cable, or clear hawse with any hand aboard; and Ned was as good a seaman as ever raised a mouse upon a stay, or siezed a breeching to a ring-bolt. Well, Jack was a smart fellow,and so he got promoted to the quarter deck; and after a time the captain got a luff-tackle to bear and bowsed out a commission for him; but he never forgot his old station, his promotion didn't spoil him, and he always remembered former messmates. When he got to be first lieutenant of the Concord, she was a long time in Ingee; but at last they found her in such a rattle-trap state, that she was ordered to take convoy to England; and so she gathered 'em together at Ceylon, and proceeded to St. Helena; but the storms off the Cape shook her ould timbers, that when they reached the island every body thought she would have gone down; however, they frapped her together with hawsers, and, at last, reached Plymouth. Well, a morning or two after their arrival, an ould bum-boat woman come paddling alongside puffing and blowing like a grampus off Cape Horn. She was a short bulky body, though for the matter o'that she was as round as a tun

butt. Alongside she comes, and hails the sentry at the gangway: "Keep off!” cried the marine; and then turning to the quarter-master, "Zounds! look there, did you ever see such a corporal substance?""Ay, ay," rejoined the veteran, "'tis a whale adrift in a butter-boat."-Again the old girl hailed, "Is my Jack aboard?" "Your Jack," replied the sentry, "who the botheration's your Jack?-we are all Jacks here."-"No, you arn't," says she, "for you're a pike; and so please to answer the question I axed you, or else my Jack'll let you know who's who." "Here, master-at-arms, (he-chuckled-ated the royal) here's a customer for you; she's too sharp for me." "What do you want old do-man?" inquired the latter; "do you want any one in this ship? "Yes, I wants my Jack, so you'l let him know I'm here."-The cap tain, and nearly the whole of the officers were walking the quarterdeck, when the first lieutenant, hearing a confusion at the gangway, came forward to see what the bobbery was: "What's this noise here, sentry? who's that alongside?" "I don't know, sir; it's some old girl says she wants her Jack."The lieutenant looked over into the boat; but no sooner had he cotched sight of the little panchey dame, than the man-ropes slid through his hand, and down he jumped into the cockle-shell" What, my mother, is it you?" cried he: "I can hardly believe my eyes; they told me you were all dead; this is indeed a wel come surprise; but come along, old lady, mount-a-reeveo"-and he help ed her up the side with the utmost care and attention. As soon as they had reached the deck, she threw her arms round the lieutenant's neck and sobbed with joy. Then she gazed at him with a mother's pride, and again folded him to her heart-"Oh! my Jack, my Jack: now you glad my ould heart, and I shall follow your poor father to the grave in peace. The officers,