was soon found out by the officers, and conducting myself with circumspection, it was not long before I was noticed and taken into the wardroom to write for the officers, where I was treated with the utmost delicacy and kindness, particularly by Lt. Hunt; although my feelings were constantly wounded at the severity which I had to witness towards a great many poor desponding wretches who had entered on board from necessity more than choice. There was almost one incessant outcry of men writhing under the rope's end or the cat. Having in a former publication, entered my protest against the barbarous practice of flogging men like dogs to make them behave like sailors, and having enjoyed the pleasure of seeing such practice reprobated by our government, and abolished by congress, I shall not dwell any longer on a subject which I hope it is unnecessary to revive, the bare thoughts of which awaken feelings of no use to cherish. Our frigate was commanded by Capt. Bainbridge, who was thought by many of the sailors to be a good officer, and he certainly gave me no reason to complain as to myself. Mr. Jones, the second Lieutenant, who has since distinguished himself so handsomely, was a calm, mild and judicious officer, beloved by all the seamen Mr. M'Donough, now the Commodore and hero of Lake Champlain, was a midshipman on board; as was also the intrepid Capt. Biddle, and the unfortunate Mr. Gibbons, who was burnt in the Charleston Theatre. On the 12th July, we dropped down to Fort Penn, where we lay several days, and then fell down the river as far as New-Castle.Here we took in water, provisions, &c. After remaining here a few days, Lt. Jones arriving from New-York with between thirty and forty men.

whom he had shipped there, and being now fully prepared, and having our pilot on board, we descended the river, and on the 27th, dismissing the pilot, we soon lost sight of the happiest shores on earth.

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To guard our commerce from assailing foesTheir insults to repel-their fleets oppose; Our rights t' assert to navigate the main, In spite of England, Barb'ry, France or Spain; To show base pirates for defence we meant T'expend whole millions-tribute-not a cent For this our pines, proud monarchs of the wood, Bow'd to the dust, and kiss'd the raging flood; For this our oaks forsook their kindred trees, And proud o'er ocean, march'd before the breeze; For this our seamen quit their native shore, Rode the wild waves, and ferried seas of gore; For this bold Eaton with his patriot band, Scour'd the lone deserts of a barb'rous land; For this our naval beroes fought and bled, So brave when living, and so mourn'd when dead.

Our frigate shaped her course for the Mediterranean. We had for the most part of the way, a fine breeze and very pleasant weather. We arrived at Gibraltar, if I mistake not, the 26th day of August, but saw the straits in twenty-six days from the Capes of Delaware. We lay at the Rock a few days, when the frigate New-York, Commodore Morris, the Constitution, Capt. Preble, and

the John Adams, Capt. Campbell, arrived from the Mediterranean. The brig Vixen, Lt. Smith, also arrived from Baltimore. Information being received that a war vessel with Barbary colors was cruising off the Rock, our frigate went in pursuit of her, and she hove in sight about the middle of the afternoon. She bore away with all the sails she could set, and we gave chase. Our ship was under British colors; but still she refused to come to until we had fired a number of guns. About sunset, we came within hailing-she was asked, where are you from?" Morocco." Where are you bound ?--" Morocco."-What news ?"The Emperor of Morocco has given orders to capture all American shipping."-Have you taken any?

Yes, a brig from Boston."-Where is she?"Ahead." We were along side the ship with every thing prepared to give her a full broadside, when-judge of the enemy's consternation, orders were given to let fall the British flag and hoist the American colors, followed by-"Strike you d-d rascals or I'll blow you out the water!"-In an instant their flag was down, and a cry of" quarters! America! quarters!" She proved to be the Moorish ship Mirboha, of twenty-two guns and one hundred and ten men. The prize in tow, we now made for the brig, which led us a chase and was very unwilling to come to; but when we came within hail, the affrighted master cried out, "Morocco! Morocco! America!" and immediately struck his colors. This brig was the Celia, of Bostor, with six hands besides the Captain and mate, who had been stripped of their clothing, robbed of their chests and cash, plundered of every thing valuable in their cargo, and confined below in irons. We took the brig in tow, the prize in company, and

steered for the Rock. Knowing themselves to be pirates, the Moorish captives manifested great concern for their lives, by often putting their fingers across their throats and asking us if we did not think they would lose their heads. They were all sent on board of our ship. Lt. Cox remained on board the Moorish ship as prize master. The prison ers we kept on board the frigate, where they were treated with kindness, for some days, and then sent to their own ship again. To supply the place of Mr. Cox as first Lieut. of the Philadelphia, Mr. Porter came on board, and midshipman Renshaw to fill the place of Mr. M'Donough who remained with Mr. Cox. The Emperor of Morocco disavowed this act, the ship was restored, and the treaty of 1786 was renewed. Affairs being adjusted with Morocco, we sailed for Malta some time in October in company with the Vixen, and arrived there towards the latter part of the month. need. not inform the intelligent reader that is the Island which in St. Paul's day was called Melita, the place where he was shipwrecked, and where the "barbarous people showed no little kindness."

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The town of Malta is large and populous, the harbor is spacious and commodious, and being nearly enclosed by the town, it is a very safe one for shipping. The houses are built of a cream colored stone, and are durable and handsome. The numerous churches, priests, monks, and friars--the almost incessant ringing of bells in every part of the town, as signals for prayers, would lead any one to imagine that here was the residence of holy Christians; but you must take very good care when among these pious Christians, that you do not have your pockets picked, with all their zeal and piety.

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After a short stay here, we sailed for Tripoli, and for what reason I know not, left the brig.

On the 31st day of October, early in the morning, a sail was discovered on our larboard bow, and orders were immediately given for chase. She hoisted Tripolitan colors and bore away, making in shore towards Tripoli. The white walls of our destined place of confinement soon hove in sight. Every sail was set, and every effort made to overhaul the ship, and cut her off from the town. The wind was not very favorable to our purpose, and we frequently had to wear ship. A constant fire was kept up from the Philadelphia, but to no purpose. We were now within about four and a half miles from the town, and Captain Bainbridge, not being acquainted with the harbor, having no pilot nor correct chart, trusted inplicitly to Lt. Porter, who had been here before, and who professed to be well acquainted with the situation of the harbor. We however went so close in that the Captain began to be fearful of venturing any further, and was heard to express his apprehensions to Lt. P. who made answer that there was no danger yet, and that he would give them a few shots more. A few moments afterwards, and just as our ship was preparing to wear away, she struck upon the shoals and remained fast! I was writing in the wardroom at the time, and hearing a tremendous bustle on deck, ran up the hatchway to see what was the matter. I saw at once that the ship's bow lay up partly careened, and that she was aground. She lay in a posture exactly as I had dreamed of seeing her a few nights before, and the moment I saw her, the dream recurred to me in a very striking manner. Dismay was visible in every countenance. The sails were put aback