LINES ON THE BATTLE OF BAROSSA. THE theme of my song would a Milton delight, They tell us that eagles can stare at the sun, From the glory of General GRAHAM | His men on slight suppers had marched a whole night, (For their toil grateful Britain repay 'em!) And just sat down to eat when the French came in sight What a breakfast for General GRAHAM! A nobler repast has of few been the lot, While with stomachs, Lord! nothing could stay 'em Brave Britons fell to, for 'twas all hot and hot, And their carver was General GRAHAM! tives 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 which have reached us in an authentic 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 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 "They never can beat us, we're posted so high," face. Shortly afterwards a shot took off Said the foe, when they heard us huzza 'em"Well, may be we can't, but allow us to try," Cried the soldiers of General GRAHAM! That as well as a heart, it requireth a head, To cope with the soldiers of GRAHAM! Tho' by thickets entangled, our boys firmly stood, And those who had tried to way-lay 'em, While hallooing 'ere they were out of the wood, Were silenced by General GRAHAM! To mention each hero, whose laurels lay claim To applause, had I power to display 'em, 'Twou'd fill ev'ry leaf in the records of Fame, the skirts of his coat. The fatal wound was from a grape-shot, 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, 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 offi cers." 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, were, doubtless complied with. request to which we allude was, that he The To inscribe the brave comrades of GRAHAM! should be buried at Malta; but the Ad ANECDOTES. THE BATTLE OF NAVARINO. THE Genoa, 74, arrived at Plymouth, 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. I. 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 rela miral thought it proper to preserve the body for an honourable burial in England. THE HON. JOHN O'BRYEN. FEW men have been more unfortunate at sea, few so fortunate, as the Hon. John O'Bryen, nearly related to the Earl of Inchiquin. This gentleman was brought up to the sea, and at an early period of his life was made a lieutenant in the navy; his commission bears date the 28th of September, 1747. His first misfortune at sea was on the coast of India, where his ship was wrecked, and every one on board perished, excepting Mr. O'Bryen and four more persons. On his return to Europe, he was cast away near the Cape of Good Hope, but had the good fortune to escape alive to shore. The Dutch Governor, finding he was a man of quality, supplied him with every necessary for continuing his voyage, and provided him a cabin in one of the Dutch homeward-bound East Indiamen. When all Mr. O'Bryen's baggage, &c. which had been furnished by the Governor of the Cape, was put on board, a Dutch governor of some of the eastern settlements in India, who was to return to Europe in the same ship, found himself rather straitened for room, on account of the number of his own family and the other passengers. He applied therefore to the Governor of the Cape, and told him that he would esteem it a particular favour, if he could prevail on the other passengers to quit the ship, and leave it entirely to his family and suite. The Governor wishing to oblige this gentleman, spoke to the passengers, but particularly to Mr. O'Bryen, and told them they would much oblige him if they would give up their berths to the Asiatic Governor; in return for which he pledged himself to procure them excellent accommodations on board another ship that was to sail at the same time. They readily complied with the Governor's wishes, and removed to another ship. Soon after they put to sea, and in little more than twenty-four hours after they had left the Cape, Mr. O'Bryen saw the ship he had quitted founder in a hard gale of wind, when every one on board perished. This was the third escape. Some years after, he was stationed on board the Dartmouth, of 50 guns. This ship fell in with the Glorioso, a Spanish man-of-war, of superior force, and gallantly engaged her for several glasses. Mr. O'Bryen was in his station between decks, when the gunner ran up to him, and, with wildness and despair in his look, cried out, "Oh, sir! the powder room !" Lieutenant O'Bryen heard no more from him, for the ship instantly blew up. One might have imagined that this would have been the end of all his hairbreadth escapes, and that it was morally impossible he could survive such a catastrophe as this: nevertheless he did survive, and was afterwards found floating upon the carriage of a gun. From this circumstance it was conjectured that he had been blown out at a port-hole with one of the guns, and that by some inconceivable means he had rested upon the carriage. He was picked up by the Duke privateer, and treated with all possible care; his clothes were all in tatters, torn in some places and burnt in others. This dreadful accident was not capable of sinking the spirits of Mr. O'Bryen, who was always sprightly and gay. When he came to himself, and was introduced to the Captain of the Duke, he said to him with great gravity, “Sir, you will excuse me appearing before you in such a dress; for I left my ship with so much precipitation, that I had not time to put on better clothes.” FIGHTING IMPATIENCE. ONE of the many proofs given by Lord Nelson, in his professional life, of his extremely sanguine and zealous anxiety to meet the enemy upon all occasions, and of his considerate conduct towards all around him, is thus related : In his memorable chase of the French fleet to the West Indies, (the same he afterwards defeated at Trafalgar) he was misled in his pursuit by intelligence apparently good, from General Brereton, at St. Lucia, that it had proceeded to Trinidad; upon which he immediately left Barbadoes in search of them; and while there, he was, of course, waited upon by the admiral and all the captains of the ships of the station then present. The captain of the flag-ship, being somewhat indisposed, sent officer to Lord Nelson with an apology, stating the reason for his absence; upon which he replied, "Tell the captain of the Northumberland, I am sorry not to have seen him; but," in a cheerful, good humourd manner, added, "tell him that nobody must be sick till after Friday!" On that day he calculated to have had his meeting with the French fleet, and notwithstanding his great inferiority, would most certainly have attacked it. an London:-Printed by JOSEPH LAST, 3, Edwardstreet, Hampstead-road; and published by W. M. CLARK, 19, Warwick-lane, Paternosterrow; J. PATTIE, 17, High street, Bloomsbury, and may be had, by order, of all Booksellers in town and country. THE hero whose last service we are about to record, was descended from a family whose name stands pre-eminent in the naval annals of our country, during nearly two centuries. From the circumstances which preceded and attended the action in which Captain Faulknor lost his life, it may well be deemed a pitched battle; and among our records of single-handed naval engagements, there is scarcely one deserving a higher place, in our estimation, than this. On the 5th of January, 1795, the Blanche frigate, of thirty-two guns and two hundred and twenty men, discovered a large French frigate coming out of Point-à-Petre, in the island of Guadaloupe. In order to entice her to battle, Captain Faulknor stood as near the enemy's fort as he prudently could, every VOL. I. now and then heaving-to, and filling occasionally. Though the French frigate had come out of Guadaloupe for the express purpose of fighting the Blanche, yet the courage and resolution of her captain seems to have wavered when he came in sight of the British frigate. Captain Faulknor, however, was determined not to be baulked in his hopes of a battle: at first he tried whether he could provoke his opponent, by taking possession of a schooner which came out of Guadaloupe: finding that the enemy was not disposed to prevent him from making this capture, and despairing of his leaving the protection of the fort, while he continued in sight, he stood off towards the island of Marigalante. When the day began to close, he stretched towards Dominica; and between these 3 G quarter; and after thus securing her, he payed off before the wind, dragging his antagonist after him. The marines still kept up a constant fire of musquetry into her, which was afterwards seconded by the two aftermost main-deck guns run out at the stern-ports. In order to bring these guns to bear, the English were obliged to blow away their upper transom beam, as the ports could not be made large enough by the carpenters to admit the guns being run out. The engagement lasted in this manner till five o'clock, when the enemy hailed that she had struck. As neither of the frigates had a single boat but what was shattered to pieces, the second lieutenant of the Blanche and ten men and took possession of her. She proved to be La Pique, of forty guns, and four hundred and sixty men; her loss amounted to seventy-six killed, and one hundred and ten wounded. The loss of the Blanche was very small compared with that of the enemy, and considering the length and obstinacy of the engagement; besides Captain Faulknor, seven were killed, and twenty-one wounded. two islands, he perceived the French | her bowsprit abreast of his starboard frigate, about two leagues astern. He immediately made sail towards her. The Blanche was at this time on the starboard tack, and the enemy on the larboard. As they passed each other on these different tacks, they exchanged broadsides. In half an hour afterwards, the Blanche having got within musket shot, the enemy wore, with an intention to rake her. Captain Faulknor, however, aware of his design, by wearing his ship at the same time, not only prevented it from taking effect, but actually succeeded in bringing the Blanche close alongside of the French frigate. The action now commenced with the most desperate fury on both sides. Captain Faulknor determined that the enemy should not escape, and that it should be a pure trial of re-jumped overboard, swam to the enemy, solution and bravery, ordered the Blanche to be laid across her opponent's bows; and when in this situation, he himself lashed the bowsprit to the capstern. While on the bowsprit, he was much exposed to the musketry from the deck of the French frigate; but at this time he escaped unhurt. As the two vessels were so close to each other, very few guns could be used by either; the engagement was, therefore, principally kept up by musketry from the tops, and by The death of this brave officer made a the quarter-deck guns. The enemy per- considerable impression on the public ceiving that the deck of the Blanche was mind, and the brilliancy of the action in much encumbered by the fall of her masts which he fell, was long the theme of his and rigging, attempted to effect a board-country's praise. On the 6th of May ing in this attempt they were repulsed following, an interlude, called "The with considerable slaughter. Soon after- Death of Captain Faulknor," was perwards, the enemy's frigate got clear of formed at Covent Garden theatre. This the Blanche, and dropped astern; as the subject was also selected by an eminent latter was in no condition to have pur- artist, as well adapted to his genius; and sued her, Captain Faulknor again had the efforts of his pencil were worthy of recourse to the plan of lashing them to- this glorious event. The sense which gether; and in order that it might be the nation at large entertained of the done this time more effectually, he or- professional renown of Captain Faulkdered a hawser to be got up, with which nor, was evinced by the erection of a he fastened the French frigate to the monument to his memory in Saint quarter of the Blanche. While he was Paul's Cathedral, with the following superintending and assisting in this, he inscription: was shot dead The officers and crew, instead of being daunted by his loss, were only stimulated and inflamed to greater feats of bravery. His place in the command of the ship was ably and meritoriously filled by Lieutenant Watkins, who continued the fight with increased obstinacy. He got up another hawser, and again secured the enemy by Which was afterwards captured by the Blanche. THIS MONUMENT Was voted by his Country, To CAPTAIN ROBERT FAULKNOR, Who himself fell on the 5th of January, 1795, Of superior force, THE SUFFERINGS OF A BRITISH OFFICER IN SPAIN. We travelled the whole of that night, our army in full retreat, and the French in close pursuit; the weather miserably wet and cold, and the roads so drenched, that it was up to the middle in mud; the animals were knocked up, and I unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy, a French hussar regiment, who treated me vilely. They knocked the cart from under me, sabred the men, and dragged me into the middle of the road; stripped me, tearing my clothes into shreds, and turning me over with their sabres, plundered me of what little I had remaining, tore a gold ring from my finger, and then left me naked, to perish with cold and hunger. I was taken ill in the beginning of August last, but continued with my regiment for some days, in the hope of getting better, until we arrived near Madrid. I was then very ill, and had become so weak, that I frequently fainted when endeavouring to mount my horse. The surgeon at last ordered me into the rear, and with much difficulty I reached Salamanca in a cart, almost breathing my last; here I lay and grew worse, till I was reduced to a skeleton, and had been given over more than once, when our army arrived, with the French at their heels, in November, and every preparation was made to evacuate Salamanca, and to remove the sick further I lay in this miserable state two days to the rear. Unfortunately, I was too ill and nights, with no mortals near me, exto be removed, and the surgeon who at-cept dead ones; one of which lay with tended me, recommended me by all his head upon my legs, having died in means to make up my mind to be taken that position during the night preceding, prisoner, for he observed, (very hu- and I was too weak to remove his body; manely, I thought) that I had no other I could not raise myself, I was so realternative left, than to be taken by the duced. enemy, or run the risk of losing my life by being removed; for he added without | ceremony, that I should surely die before they got me over the bridge, on the outside of the town. I might have died inside the town for him, for I saw him no more; the cannonading had already commenced, the French cavalry had forded the river, and got round our flanks, and I, the only officer in the place, was left to get away how I could. I now thought it was time to make up my mind to the miserable alternative which my friend, the surgeon, had proposed, for the town was given up to plunder. I was lying, unable to stir, in the most dreadful state of suspense, expecting every moment to see a Frenchman pounce in upon me, when, to my great astonishment, an officer of my own regiment, (Lieutenant Vickers) who had heard of my being so shamefully deserted by the hospital surgeon, rushed into the room, determined to rescue me. He hurried me away, wrapped in a blanket, upon the back of a rifleman, got me put on a cart, and conveyed over the bridge. However, I did not die, as my friend had prognosticated; but if I could have forseen the misery I afterwards suffered, I should have sooner wished his words had been made good. In this suffering state I continued to exist, which I attribute to some rum of which I drank a considerable quantity from a Frenchman's canteen, who was humane enough to let me do so, when I explained to him that I was a British officer. The rum soon laid me to sleep. The Frenchman was a hussar, and appeared to belong to the regiment who had treated me so vilely in the morning. This happened about dusk. I begged of him to take me up behind him; he shook his head, but humanely took an old blanket from under his saddle, covered me with it, and then rode off. The whole of the next day I saw no living soul, still lying on the road, half famished. The day following an escort of French dragoons came up, with a number of prisoners, both English and Portuguese; among them was a soldier of the ninety-fifth, belonging to the same company as myself; he recognised me, and begged of the Frenchmen to allow him and three others to remove me to a village, about a league and a half distant from where I lay. After some intreaties they consented, as the riflemen declared that he would not leave his officer, notwithstanding the threats of the French soldiers, who menaced him with their sabres; but he per |