taking arms against the troops of the garrison. The Duke, however, following the dictates of his noble disposition, accorded the most. favourable terms to the besieged; and on the evening of the 24th, the terms of surrender were finally signed, by which the French troops took possession of the town and fortress on the 5th of November. This capitulation included both Tarragona and Hostalrich, these fortresses being within the jurisdiction of Mina's command.

From the tone at first assumed by Mina, he seemed to affect to think that in conducting the operations of the constitutionalists in Catalonia, he had only done his duty to his sovereign, and that there could be no question but that the latter would view his conduct in the same light; his friends, however, succeeded in making him see this affair in its true colours; and Marshal Moncey generously putting at his disposal a French brig of war, he embarked on board of her, and arrived at Plymouth on the 22d of November.

When we add that, previous to the operations which have been last detailed, the garrison of San Sebastians, consisting of 2200 men, had capitulated on the 27th of September to Lieut.-General Count Ricard, and that, on the same day, Santona, in which was a garrison of 1800 men, had surrendered to the Prince of Hohenlohe, our readers will perceive that the subjugation of the whole of the north of Spain was completed by the surrender of Barcelona.

On the 18th of October, the vigorous and energetic Llobera had submitted unconditionally to the clemency of the King,-his formidable division of 5000 declaring their obedience to the Baron d'Erolles, who had been appointed Captain-General of Catalonia.

It would be unpardonable to omit from this narrative the account of a brilliant rencontre of the brigade de la Rochejacquelin with the corps of General Palencia, in Estremadura. The Duke of Reggio, aware of the numbers in which the constitutionalists still continued to keep the field in this province, had detached the Marquis de la Rochejacquelin from the corps d'armée under General Bourke, soon after the surrender of Corunna had taken place. It was not, however, till the 3d of October that Palencia offered battle to the Marquis near Truxillo. The ground he had chosen was exceedingly strong; the Spanish right being protected by sharpshooters placed in ambush on some very rocky and uneven heights, whilst a battalion of infantry of the line defended a deep ravine on the left. In the plain which extended between the two wings eight squadrons of cuirassiers were drawn up, having in their front three pieces of cannon. General de la Rochejacquelin led on his troops in a manner worthy of his name and their reputation but notwithstanding the formidable front assumed by the Spanish commander, the resistance of his corps was scarcely more vigorous than what his countrymen had hitherto offered to the enemy in other situations; and, after having sustained some loss in killed and wounded, the Spaniards, as usual, abandoned themselves to flight.

The fate of this action most probably led to the resolution of the garrison of Ciudad Rodrigo, to throw themselves upon the King's mercy, and surrender at discretion to Don Carlos O'Donnel; whilst General Laguna, the royal commissioner, also received the adhesion of the garrison of Badajoz on the 29th of the month.

THE LOVES OF THE SAILORS.-NO. I.

We have oftentimes been told of the Loves of the Angels,-the Loves of the Plants,-the Loves of the Flowers,-but we never yet had a good edition of the Loves of a Sailor. Marryat, in his Newton Forster, never drew from his own heart or feelings, but dashed off the commonplace scenes with the levity of a man who set the whole sex at defiance, or only used them as convenient commodities, to swell his chapters, and to vary his nautical sketches. Glasscock's women are poor silly creatures,-half methodists, half idiots, pretty dolls dressed out by a capricious fancy. Chamier, in his Life of a Sailor, has never touched upon the subject, being, perhaps, afraid of splitting on the same rock which his brother officers of the navy have run end on against. The Loves of the Esquimaux, or the affections of the ladies in the Tedjee Islands, have been but poorly portrayed; the former by the pens of Parry, Franklin, and Lyons, the latter by the author of those interesting travels, whose name I have forgotten, and whose black idols have escaped through the same treacherous channel. Even the famous song of the King of the Cannibal Islands gives us no insight into the courtship of this second Solyman; nor have any desperate feats performed by the ladies of that powerful king been recorded in the poet's song, or in the historian's pages: but now, thanks to the private log of an honest tar, which I assure you, Mr. Editor, was lent me under the promise of inviolable secrecy, we are to be enlightened in the various modes of love-making by those biped curiosities, sailors.

I have myself the greatest esteem and admiration for the heroes of our wooden walls, and I not unfrequently wish that I had been bred to that service; which, whilst it teaches respect and courtesy to those above them in life, expands the mind, inculcates an honest generosity, and nurtures short-coated loves and tight-breeched seraphs. No man who has not danced at the back of the Point can tell what steps Jack takes to forward his attachment; or how the melodious catgut softens his mistress until she confesses herself his in to-to. And very few know, but those who have experienced it, how easily an honest Jack, when he crosses the Atlantic, and leaves behind him all civil jars and discordant notes, alters his temper and varies his love when he gets into the Pacific. I never knew an attachment so ductile as to stretch across to the New World. The first gale shakes love down to its proper position; the never-resting first-lieutenant gives the little god a second shake ; and the cat, that emblem of an old woman,-if it cannot, like the old woman, assail his ears, not unfrequently scratches his back,— and completes the pain of separation. The duties of the ship interfere with the whole duties of man, and of the heart; and before we cross the Tropic of Cancer, Jack has got rid of his crab of a wife, and defies the claws of all other crabs.

When I have given one or two illustrations of the common sailor's love, from the first time of beholding the object of his affection, to the marriage, the poetry, and lastly, the allotment and separation, I intend gradually to mount the ladder of etiquette; and having given U. S. JOURN. No. 59, Oct. 1833.

some vivacious anecdotes of midshipmen and lieutenants, come finally on the formal ground of commanders, captains, and admirals; in fact, I shall give such information on this interesting subject, that I shall, I hope, be appointed intrigue-master to the navy,-and save many of the young men of the rising generation from going to a certain gentleman in Paris, in order to learn the art of love, or rather the art of deception. My reason for beginning at the beginning is, in order to show how the intellectual scale advances in proportion as authority is gained, and impudence established. The poetical effusions of honest Jack are, of course, not so refined as those namby-pamby verses of which we have had a most glorious specimen in the jumble of the midshipman and lawyer's clerk production called the Port-Admiral, and which work is no more the production of a genuine sailor, than the Travels of Forsyth, or the Life of a Sailor, are the work either of the pope or a chimney-sweeper. The soi-disant sailor of the Port-Admiral had left the service, having ascended to the high dignity of boy of the second class, before he could have known much either of the service or of the list of admirals. The idea of making the Port-Admiral a smuggler!-the lady's horse, which knelt down to receive its load,— and the lady love who rode the bare-backed Pegasus! "like a newborn babe striding the blast," or, "heaven's cherubim horsed,"—all head and wings, like the angels on a tombstone, could only have been fancied by an attorney's clerk, or a half-cracked degradation of a midshipman, who may have had the spanker-boom crutched for him to mount; and who might, for his misbehaviour, have been indulged in a bare and uncomfortable ride. But to my subject. When I come to the Loves of a Sailor, as touching his aspirations for literary fame, I may condescend to crush this mushroom reviler of his betters, and show him forth to the world, the miserable crow that he is, when divested of the borrowed feathers he has rashly and foolishly assumed.

Your common sailor has various loves and affections: his early propensities are like those of all other boys; idleness is the general characteristic, mischief-making is the common attendant, and sticks as closely to idleness as a duenna does to a Spanish muchacha; it is like a drunken man's boots,-the last thing he takes off when he goes to rest. The mischief leads to associates not very likely to mend the evil. Then comes distaste to home, or a mutinous spirit in regard to parental control. And then the finale,-some travelling swindler, with a decent voice, dressed in the garb of a sailor, flourishes away one of Dibdin's songs. The young scape-grace follows the syren to the back of the Point at Portsmouth; he joins the mad revel of some liberty-men belonging to a man-of-war refitting in the harbour; the grog circulates freely, the dance succeeds,-the roar of a chorus gives a fillip to what flip has already began; the half-drunken boy, intoxicated with the liquor, the music, and the dance, is seduced by the more cautious sailor. His mind is inflamed by the recital of naval victories, and the wholesome supply of brandy; and by twelve at night, the boy, in a fit of intoxication, is safely on board his Majesty's ship refitting, as aforesaid. The morrow sees him shorn of his long tails, and he himself tailing on to a rope's end. He is mustered with the other boys,chosen as the boatswain's servant,-is placed under the inspection of the master-at-arms and ship's-corporal, and one month from that date

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the sea-sickness is over; his back is the familiar acquaintance of the boatswain's rattan,-and the youngster is a sailor-boy. His family are Is quite forgotten; the bustle of the ship soon bustles out any fond recollections; he becomes the nobody who stole the boatswain's grog. discovered,-flogged,-placed in the mizen-top,-learns his duty,-increases in worth to his Majesty, in proportion as his whiskers grow,— is removed to the foretop,-rated an A.B. ;—and thus, after having so slightly skimmed over his griefs, his hardships, and his stripes, I shall introduce him to the reader under the name of John Ratline, secondcaptain of the foretop of his Majesty's ship the Undaunted, which ship has again returned to Portsmouth Harbour to refit; and our hero is on shore at the Point, on liberty for twenty-four hours, quite sober, clean, and spick and span, with some prize-money in his pocket, and lots of liquor in his eye for the evening.

Now the first thing that a sailor does when he arrives on shore is, either to throw stones, drink grog, or indulge his penchant towards the fair; and that is first which comes first, for he has no plan. His cruise never extends much farther than Common Hard; he increases his acquaintance only in the feminine gender; and he dreams that happiness, which other less poetically-minded men would call drunkenness and headache. It is right that I should give my readers an idea of Ratline's appearance, more especially as the circumstances following these remarks are all true, and extracted, as I said, from Jack's log. He was about five feet ten, a fine, well-built, stout young man, with an eye like a hawk's, a voice a little the worse for cold weather and strong drink; and he wore, as was customary about the time in which he served, a neat straw hat with a broad black ribbon, a round jacket, which partly covered a Guernsey frock, on which was sewed in blue letters the name of his ship; he had inexpressibles which fitted tight to his person, and which showed that he required a rear-admiral after him more than many young ladies; and his long-quartered shoes, with the broad ribbon, made his foot appear of a small size, although he told me that when he worked without his leathers, his pedestal was like an elephant's, twice the circumference equalling his height. Jack was a jolly, devil-may-care kind of fellow, always ready for a row, and generally in one. He did his duty like a man; and when on shore endeavoured to do the same.

Jack was rolling along like a ship in a trade-wind, when his breath and legs were both arrested by his eyes making the signal for a stranger close to him. There she was, as neat a craft as ever was rigged by a milliner; a pair of dark eyes, a clean dress, with a waist as round as an apple, a neat little cap with blue ribbons and bows, very Jack was struck, as he described pretty ancles, and most inviting feet. it, all of a heap; and called to his shipmate, who was in advance of him, (for sailors on shore generally walk one after the other, like geese going to market,) to heave to for a moment, for he wanted to reconnoitre the stranger. Now Mary Brown, who was a baker's daughter, seemed by no means averse to the gaze of Ratline; and Jack, who was fairly taken aback as to commencing a conversation, after turning round once or twice, ventured to hail; and going close to Mary, asked "if she could sell him a pint of brandy, and lend him a hand to drink it?"

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The young maid, who was quick at a reply, and who had been brought up at a day-school in the vicinity, holding up her head with ineffable impudence, asked in return, if "Jack had ever bought a redherring at a milliner's shop?"

Why, that's not the place I should go to look for a soldier *, excepting some of your live creatures who walk up and down the streets giving themselves as many airs as if they had been on board a man-ofwar," replied Ratline;" and a herring, after all, although it is salted, is not the fish I should expect to hook there."

"Well, then," said Miss Brown, "you might as well look for the fish at the milliner's, as liquor at the baker's."

Poor innocent Miss Brown, she knew nothing of Dr. Hicks's invention of making gin from bread; and if she did, mayhap her father might have imitated the Pimlico bakers, and stuck up at the windows"Here you buy the bread with the gin in it."

"Well, blow me," said Ratline, "if you are not as pretty a flower as ever grew here, or in America.”

"Thank you, sir," replied Mary, "our flour is always reckoned the best, and it is almost all American, I assure you."

This was Ratline's first assault of the heart; and although he cast many a long and longing look behind, yet he regarded Mary Brown only as a pretty girl, and did not for one moment imagine she had made any inroad on the tough core of the second-captain of the foretop.

"I say, Jack," said his comrade, "she sold you a bargain there about those sodgers. Why did not you tell her that she was all outside show, like a marine's mess ?"

"How could I tell, if I never was inside?" snarled Jack.

"Well, Bo., let's have a glass to her health at the Jolly Waterman, at the back of the Point; and we may have two penn'orth of steps, if Moll's sober enough to reel."

"I say, shipmate! stopper before all for a bit, whilst I step back and ask her what name they muster by in the parish books. There's Brown, fancy-bread baker over the door; but that's what her father makes, I suppose."

"Well, heave ahead, Jack, and hail the craft; and then we will shake a foot with the other lads and lasses. Ask her to come and show a leg along with the rest."

Jack had now got back abreast of Mr. Brown's shop. Mary was at the door, keeping her bright eyes fixed upon the sailor; her face rather flushed, and her breast-works, as Jack called the cat-heads of the lady, heaving and setting like a billy-goat in stays. Jack's heart was in his mouth, and his tongue seemed to have given way to the intruder. At last, however, after he had stood well to windward of the shop, he bore round up, and hailed her at once.

"I beg your pardon, Ma'am," said honest Ratline; “may a man make so bold as to ask what's your name, or get you to show your number?"

Mary answered, in a frank manner, that her name was Mary Brown, and that her number (for she mistook that for her age) was seventeen. May I make so bold as just to ask you if you ever dance a little?"

A red-herring, in the navy, is always designated as a soldier.