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PART FOURTH

ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLION-NAVAL AND COMMERCIAL: SQUADRON, FLEET, FLOTILLA, STEAMER, GUNBOAT, TRANSPORT, AND PRIVATEER,-THEIR CRUISES, OFFICERS, CREWS. PERFORMANCES, ETC.

TERRIBLE ENGAGEMENTS; SUFFERING AND DEATH FOR THE FLAG; HORRORS AND HAVOC OF MODERN BOMBARDMENT; BLOCKADE EXPLOITS; DARING FEATS OF SEAMANSHIP; FURIOUS PERSONAL COMBATS; LONG AND EXCITING CHASES ESCAPES, RESCUES, PRIZES ; THRILLING CATASTROPHES AND TRAGEDIES; CAPTURES, SINKINGS, AND SURRENDERS; AWKWARD LANDSMEN, RAW MARINES, JOLLY VETERANS, AND TREACHEROUS PILOTS: JACK AFLOAT AND ASHORE; FREAKS, DROLLERIES, HAPS AND MISHAPS, AMONG THE TARPAULINS AND BLUE JACKETS; &C., &c.

"Shall we give her a broadside once more, my brave men?

Ay ay ran the full, earnest cry;

A broadside! a broadside! we'll give them again,

Then for God and the Right nobly die!"

Never, never will we surrender the ship!-LIEUT. MORRIS, of the "Cumberland."

Before I will permit any other flag than the Stars and Stripes to fly at her peak, I will fire a pistol into her magazine and blow her up.-CAPT. PORTER'S reply to the demand to surrender the U. S. ship "St. Mary."

I hope we'll win it! I hope we'll win it'-Dying words of Coxswain JACKSON, of the "Wabash," at Port Royal.

Tarpaulin Raking a Traitor Fore and Aft. secessionists, and nothing was more com

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"Well, at last, thank God! we've got nutmeg-selling, mackerelcatching, cod-livered Yankee sons to come to it. That's just what I've been wanting this many a day!-the niggerthieving, psalm-singing abolitionists! We'll skin 'em out of their boots."

hand. They were made of paper, and colored with red and blue ink. One, at the mast head of the largest ship, bore the name of Jeff. Davis, and the others were the ordinary three-striped rag, adopted as the Confederate ensign. On account of the display of these flags, the only public The braggart had scarcely finished his place in the city, the Marshal's office be- low-lived tirade, when one of the gentlecame a sort of privileged quarters for men, Captain

of the ship

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was observed to be getting nervous, sud- any living man. No one but a traitor and

denly jumped up, and taking his place in front of the fellow, and shaking his fists, replied:

a coward can talk in that way. Retract it! retract it!"-and with this he commenced advancing upon the secessionist Hercules, who began weakening in the knees, and finally wilted, while tarpaulin

"Now, sir, I don't know you, and don't want to know you; but I suppose you designate me as one of those nutmeg-sell- raked the traitor's fore and aft without

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Not a Star Obscured.

There were many touching illustrations evoked during the rebellion, of the love cherished by some for the power under which they had been nurtured from their very cradle, notwithstanding the contrary pressure of circumstances and surroundings. One of these illustrations took the following form: When Captain Armstrong was about to surrender the navy yard at Pensacola, his daughter, after vain endeavors to persuade him not so to act, demanded of him a dozen men, and she would protect the place until aid came; but no-he was untrue and disloyal, and determined to act as he had decided; the old flag was hauled down from where it had so long waved, and the renegade Renshaw run his sword through it, venting his spleen upon the flag by which he had so long lived in competence and luxury. Human nature could not stand it, and the brave, glorious-hearted woman, seizing the flag, took her scissors and cut from it theUnion,' telling them that the time was not far distant when she would replace it unsullied; but for the stripes, she left them as their legacy, being their just deserts. Not a star on that flag would she allow to be obscured or destroyed by the hand of treason. Brave-hearted, noble woman!

Last Gun of the Cumberland.

The boaster, seeing the Captain's determined bearing, and finding that he was in downright earnest, replied by saying that his remarks were general in their nature, and not by any means intended to apply to any particular person. Nothing was further from his purpose than to insult One of the greatest instances of patriany person present, and particularly a otic devotion ever recorded in our own or stranger. any other nation's naval history, is that To this the irate captain retorted: "The of the last broadside of the Cumberland, language, sir, is an insult to the American in her struggle with the Merrimac. Amid name, and I for one will not stand it from the dying thunders of those memorable

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