brated even in the British navy for his undaunted courage and exemplary conduct. The Bon Homme Richard was an old ship with decayed timbers, and had made four voyages to the East Indies. Many of her guns were useless, and all were ancient. Her crew consisted partly of Americans, partly of French, partly of English, and partly of Maltese, Portugueze, and Malays; and this crew was weak also in numbers, for two boat's crews had been lost on the coast of Ireland; and, to add to accumulated misfortunes, Jones's first lieutenent and eighteen men in the pilot boat, did not join the Bon Homme Richard in time for battle. 'Before the engagement commenced, there was not a man in the Bon Homme Richard who was ignorant of the superiority of the Serapis, both in metal and in men. The Portugueze and the other foreigners could speak neither French nor English, and, chattering in their native tongues, without ceasing, added not a little to the difficulties which presented themselves. The American commander had nothing to trust to but his own undaunted courage and extraordinary skill. fight." But the truth was, that the broadsides of the Serapis had already produced an effect. The Bon Homme, before eight o'clock, had received several eighteenpounders under water, and leaked very much. Jones received no assistance from his squadron: the Pallas was engaged with the Countess of Scarborough, the Vengeance held off at a distance, and the Alliance declined interfering altogether. The position in which the two contending frigates were now placed was most favourable to Jones, for not a gun could take effect on either side, and he thus gained some moments for consideration, which the American commander stood much in need of. Besides her superior force, he had already perceived, that the English was the much more manageable ship of the two. The Bon Homme now backed her top-sails, and now backed her top-sails, and those of the Serapis being filled, the ships separated. The bowsprit of the Serapis now came over the Bon Homme's poop by the mizen mast. Jones darted like a cat upon his prey and immediately grappled. The action of the wind on the enemy's sails forced her stern close to the Bon Homme's bow, so that the ships lay square alongside of each other, the yards being all entangled, and the cannon of each ship touching the opponent's side." This was a bold way of saving a sinking ship and preventing the effect of eighteen pounders under water! 'The 66 position of the Bon Homme being to windward of the Serapis, the Bon Homme passed a-head of her, and the Serapis came up on the larboard quarter of the American. The action commenced abreast of each other, and the broadsides were almost simultaneous. The Serapis, however, passed a-head of the Bon Homme with the intention of gaining distance sufficient to rake, but this manœuvre failed, from want of distance; and, to avoid being boarded by the Bou Homme, Captain Pearson sent his helm a-lee. This movement brought the two ships in a line, and the Bon Homme ran her bows into the stern of the Serapis. The English now hailed the Bon Homme, to know whether they had struck. Jones himself answered, "that he had not yet begun to (To be continued.) A DUBLIN DOG. I READ in an English Gazette of an act which would indicate a certain extent of reason in brutes. Mustapha, a strong and active greyhound, belonging to an artillerist of Dublin, raised from its birth in the midst of camps, always accompanied its master, and exhibited no alarm in the battle. In the hottest engagements it remained near the cannon, and carried the match in its mouth. At the memorable battle of Fontenoy, when we broke the square battalious of the Hanoverians, the master of Mustapha received a mortal wound, At the moment when about to fire upon the enemy, he and several of his corps were struck to the earth by the discharge of artillery. Seeing his master extended lifeless and bleeding, the dog became desperate and howled pitiously. Just at that time a body of French soldiers was advancing rapidly to gain possession of the piece, which was aimed at them from the top of a small rising ground. Who would believe it, if the fact was not attested by several witnesses worthy of credit? Doubtless with a view to revenge his master's death, Mustapha seized the lighted match with his paws, and set fire to the cannon loaded with case shot; seventy men fell on the spot, and the remainder took to flight. After this bold stroke, the dog lay down sadly by the dead body of his master, licked his wounds, and remained there 21 hours without sustenance. He was at length with difficulty taken away by the comrades of the deceased. The courageous greyhound was carried to London, and presented to George II. who had him taken care of as a brave servant. ROCK NOTICES. I HAVE just read O'Connell's defence of the Wings, in the Dublin Evening Post,' and regret that I have not time this week to reply to it. Next week, however, it I warn my countrymen to be on their shall be fully refuted. In the mean time guard against the leader's special pleadings. The letter is unworthy of any man pretending to political knowledge; and broaches principles dangerous to civil liberty. The facts of T. M.'s letter must be sub stantiated before I insert it. I say this in consequence of having received another letter on the same subject, completely at variance with T. M.'s statement. The Biblicals certainly next week. I thank A. C. for the paper containing Mr. Barrett's speech. I am glad to find that Captain Rock, and the TRIAL OF O'CONNELL,' have produced an effect. Cobbett is now seen through. LONDON:-J. Robins and Co. Ivy Lane. Paternoster Row; J. Robins, jun. and Co. 38, Lower Ormond Quay, Dublin; and all Booksellers, &c. No. 40. Or, The Chieftain's Weekly Gazette. TIGHE GREGORY AND THE DUKE OF YORK. I READ, some days since, that the Rev. Tighe Gregory, late a soldier in some one of his Majesty's regiments, had arrived in London, for the purpose of presenting an address to the Royal Duke who has lately attracted so much notice, in consequence of his sworn oppo sition to the claims of one-third of his brother's subjects, and which subjects may be doomed to become his Royal Highness's own. 6 tropolis I laughed out-right. Denis O'Kavanagh could not contain himself; and Morgan O'Doherty poor old man-got, as he said himself, a stitch in the side from an immoderate indulgence of his risi ble muscles. Robert Cruikshank, RC The no-popery faction, since the delivery of the Heir Presumptive's speech, has moved Heaven and Earth to get up the intolerant and barbarous yell of 1780, when Lord George Gordon, and his ruffianly myrmidons, attacked the persons and property of the English Catholics, tore, down their chapels, and rifled their houses. John Bull has, latterly, grown wiser: he has discovered that he was the dupe of interested men, who were in the I know not if the address has been presented, neither do I care. It contains, of course, the usual fudge; and the answer will be compounded of the same materials. The Barbers will tell his Royal Highness that they are loyal men-and that the rest of their countrymen are rebels-that their respect for the duke's late oratorical display induced them to inform him that they love him to a hair; and that, in consequence of their crossing St. George's channel, the Papists are all in the suds. In reply, the noble duke will tell them that they smell of powder, and that he approves of their pole-emics. Then, perhaps, he may compliment them for having shown blood; and conclude by observing, that they are not, as had been represented, a parcel of wig-blocks. Tighe Gregory will of course address the Heir Presumptive. His I speak the voice of Empires; Which he who long neglects not long will govern.'* Indeed, poetry has something prophetic in it. The following lines from Moore are animated, extempore oration in all proba and perhaps many will consider bility will run thus: A churchman and a warrior thou art, I hate the rascals, too, even from my heart; That there's a likeness here now who'll deny? Think of a brother soldier, peerless prince? Think of a brother churchman, Royal York, Think of a brother bigot―― them not inapplicable here: Oh! for a tongue to curse the slave, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, And blasts them in their hour of might! May life's unblessed cup for him Be drugged with treacheries to the brim, With hopes that but allure to fly, With joys that vanish while he sips; Like dead sea fruit that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips! His country's curse; his children's shame ; Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame; May he at last with lips of flame On the parched desert thirsting die, While lakes that shine in mockery nigh Are fading off, untouched, untasted, Like the once glorious hopes he blasted. And when from earth his spirit flies Just prophet, let the damned dwell Full in the sight of Paradise Beholding Heaven and feeling Hell.'t WONDERS WILL NEVER CEASE. • WONDERS will never cease,' was the trite saying of Robin O'Shaughnesy, our old gardiner. I think I see him at this moment: -his tall thin figure a little bent by time; his sharp nose, small eyes, prim mouth, and demure looking visage; a few white hairs thinly scattered over his wrinkled brow, whilst others, less bleached by age, fell profusely on the collar of his coat, of russet brown. There he stands, as he used some dozen years ago, resting on his spade, listening to the miraculous tales which we wild boys delighted to tell him; whilst ever and anon he shook his head with a look of sage reflection, and slowly pronounced, 'wonders will never cease!' For rank and station I have a proper respect, but when any man, be he prince or commoner, forfeits his claim to either by folly or wickedness, the circumstances of wealth or title only aggravate my detestation. The Duke of York has been ill-advised, and so has been a Duke of York before him. His royal highness had a right to profit by example, and, being the Commander in Chief of the British forces, he ought to have felt more gratitude than to have proscribed one-half of our gallant By my soul, Captain, I believe army, for such a proportion do the old gardener was right. WonCatholics form. To these brave fel-ders will never cease! Who could lows England is indebted for many a victory; and where was the Ca think that after all my ramblings, * Byron. + Lalla Rookh. I should find something to wonder at, in an obscure, Irish village. I, that have smoked my pipe with the methodical German, danced quadrilles with the peasant girls of France, and mingled in its gayest scenes of courtly revelry;~ felt the soft entrancing tenderheard the voce insinuante e piegheness beaming from Italian eyes volissima :—I, that have visited the most sublime works of Nature, and the most celebrated productions of Art. Have I not stood on Etna's top, mid clouds of smoke and sulphureous vapour? Have I not mused o'er crumbling rains? Have I not seen all that is noble or surprising in architecture, from the mighty cemetries of Egyptian kings, to the round towers of my native land? Yes; I have dwelt in many a clime, and seen some wonders in them all. I have worn the Turkish garb, and felt, at times, I almost loved their Heaven of Houris; but better feelings came. I have seen and heard one, who, to men unborn, shall be a wonder still who, when proudly soaring to ambition's giddy height, never gave birth to more fervent feelings of admiration than glowed in my amid the privations and insults to heart, at beholding his heroism which I have seen him exposed: when I have exclaimed with the poet, How vast! how complicate! how won derful is man! How passing wonder Hc, who made him such! Whither have I wandered, dear Captain from the Irish wonder I intended to relate; I wished to prove that, after all I had seen in many a foreign land, this Isle of the West had still some wonders for me. Now I'll not tell you how, or why, I came to this village; but you may fancy to yourself a very fine day, your old playmate in the best spirits imaginable, escorting three or four handsome girls, (after all, the Irish beauties yield the palm to nonc,) a demesne agreeably diversified with hill and dale, wood and water, attracts our attention; and we determine to take our morning ramble there. All in good humour with ourselves, and well disposed to be so with others, we approach the gate, and finding it fastened, knock. A female Cerberus issues from an adjoining lodge, like the dread Cerberus of old, with most forbidding aspect, scowling on us; but unlike him, she refused admittance. I remonstrated, for I had promised myself an agreeable walk beneath the shade of some fine trees, that formed a grove which skirted the greater part of the demesne. Remonstrances were vain, nor golden key could ope the door. The ladies were welcome to walk in, but there was no admission for gentlemen. By Jove, Captain, I stared at her with mute astonishment, whilst she repeated this interdict. This prohibition appeared so strange, so unaccountable, that, traveller as I am, and used to wonders, I looked amazed; whilst I stood gaping, she retreated into her den, and refused all further parley. There was no remedy, we could not force an entrance, we must direct our steps another way; I felt that I could horsewhip the churlish master who excluded us from this paradise of sweets, and I vented my indignation in execrations so loud, that I terrified the fair girl who hung on my arm; her mild eyes were raised to mine with such a gentle look of reproach, that I became at once sensible of the impropriety of my thus giving way to rage, and I was calm in a moment. However, one passion had hardly subsided, when another filled my breast. I felt an eager curiosity to know what could be the cause of this strange prohibition, and I determined to discover it if possible. To work then 1 went con viro spirito, and soon learned, entre nous, the task was not very difficult, for every villager could tell, that the lord of this demesne, a clergyman, lived somewhat in the Turkish style, at least he had his pretty nymphs of the haraam, and felt as jealous as any A RAMBLER. FORTY SHILLING FREEHOLDERS. Several proprietors talk their poorer tenants, and thus from talking about misery the Irish leaders will realize it. I have warned them against this course; I have raised my voice against it ́six months ago; and now I shall exert all my abilities to avert the threat ened calamity. The next two numbers shall open the eyes of my countrymen to their real danger; and I most earnestly solicit their attention to what I have to say. Timely precaution may save them from destruction, but they now stand upon the brink of ruin. Sorry I am to find that Daniel O'Connell has advocated principles which are at variance with truth, and diametrically opposed to the interests of his country. But more of this next week; I pledge myself to refute every one of his assertions-every one of his arguments, and prove that the disfranchisement of the forty shilling freeholders would depopulate Ireland, and consequently leave the Catholics without hope. Dr. England's Letters are invaluable: they are unfortunately of too great a length for my Gazette, and I can only recommend their perusal to my countrymen. He has not, however, said all that may and ought to be said in defence of the forty shilling freeholders. This defect I shall supply next week. SOUTH AMERICAN PATRIOT'S From her long, long sleep, to be free; CHORUS. Eternal glory crown us! Eternal laurels bloom, Our Incas' tombs before ye Saw ye the tyrant shedding As the ravenous beast, its prey; And the strong arm fiercely snatching The pride of our land away? CHORUS.-Eternal, &c. Argentines! by the pride of our nation, By the hopes and the joy of the free, We will hurl the proud from their station, And bring down the haughty knee! Where fell the conquered foe, CHORUS.-Eternal, &c. Hark! o'er the wide waves sounding, Columbia!' the nations proclaim. Over oppression's grave, And a thousand tongues are chaunting Health to the free and brave!' CHORUS.-Eternal, &c. PAUL JONES, (Concluded from page 312.) "The battle," to use Jones's own words, was fought with" unremitting fury." The rammers were run into the respective ships to enable the men to load. The Scrapis now fought with the actual view of sinking the enemy, and her broadsides were incessant. The battery of twelve pounders, on which Jones had placed his chief dependance, which was commanded by his only lieutenant, and manned by Americans, was entirely silenced and abandoned; of the six old eighteen pounders, that formed the battery of the lower gun deck, most burst, and killed almost all the men who were stationed to manage them. At the same time, Colonel Chamillard, who commanded a party of twenty French volunteers on the poop, abandoned his station, after having lost nearly all his band. There were only two nine pounders on the quarter deck, that were not silenced. The purser, who commanded the party that worked these guns, was shot through the head; and Jones, in this critical moment, when he almost required the faculty of ubiquity, was obliged to fill the purser's place. With great difficulty he rallied a few men, and shifted over one of the lee quarter deck guns; these three nine pounders played well, but not one of the heavier cannon of the Bon Homme was fired during the rest of the action. During this hot work the American commander was fully convinced that sooner or later his ship must sink, yet Commodore Dale, one of the most eminent of the American officers now living, and who was Jones's first lieutenant during the engagement, says, that Jones never once flinched during the whole conflict; and that even during the greater horrors which are to follow, "nothing could depress his ardour, or change his determination." 'Jones, however, had well lined his tops, and these seconded the exertions of his little battery. He directed the fire of one of the three cannons against the mainmast of the Serapis with double-headed shot, while the two other were equally well served with grape and cannister to silence the enemy's musketry and clear her decks. The fire from the tops of the Bon Homme was conducted with such skill and effect, that, ultimately, skill and effect, that, ultimately, every man who appeared on the deck of the Serapis was immc. diately disposed of. Captain Pearson then ordered the survivors to keep below. Here they were not more secure. The powder monkies of the Serapis finding no officer to receive the eighteen pound cartridges, which it was their duty to supply, threw them on the main deck and then went off for more. These cartridges being scattered along the deck, and many of them being broken, it so happened, that some of the hand granades thrown from the fore-yard of the Bon Homme, which was directly over the main hatch of the Scrapis, fell upon this powder and produced a most awful explosion. The effect was terrific; more than twenty of the English were blown to pieces. Pearson, as he afterwards acknowlcdged, was now on the point of surrendering, when the cowardice of three of the under officers of the Bon Homme induced them to call out" quarter!" The English commander personally demanded of Jones whether he surrendered; the American commander personally answered in the most decided negative. The action now commenccd with redoubled fury; Jones still succeeded in keeping the enemy's deck clear; but the fire of their cannon, especially of the lower battery which was formed of eighteen pounders, was incessant. Both ships were now on fire in se. veral places. The Bon Homme was several times under the necessity of suspending the combat to extinguish the flames, which were often within a few inches of the magazine. The water also gained upon them. "I had two enemies to contend with," said Jones, " besides the Englishfire and water!" "At this moment the Alliance appeared, and Jones now thought the battle was at an end; but, to his utter astonishment, Landais discharged a broadside full into the stern of the Bon Homme. The crew cried to him, "for God's sake to forbear firing into the Bon Homme Richard," but Landais passed along the offside of the ship, and continued his firing. There was no possibility of his mistaking the Bon Homme for the Serapis, for there was the most essential difference in their appearance and construction; it was full moonlight too, and the sides of the American were all black and of the Serapis yellow. For greater security, Jones gave the signal of reconnoissance, but nothing availed: the Alliance passed round, firing into the commodore's ship's head, stern, |