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CYPRUS, CHAPs. IV., V., and VI.









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AN illustrious American authorJames Fenimore Cooper-was, once upon a time, tempted to lay aside his well-worn novelist's pen, and grasp that of a historian, the result being the production of a certain book which is said-for we have only read extracts -to smack racily enough of the more familiar and congenial occupation of its great author. In this book, Mr. Cooper (who was a warm patriot, although his own countrymen ungratefully ignored the fact, and repeatedly subjected him to shameful persecution for merely hinting at their faults, if we are rightly informed) promulgates the very startling opinion, "that it is not improbable the battle for the mastery of the seas will have to be fought over again!!!" Such a sentence as this, written by so eminent a man as Cooper, is enough to make any intelligent subject of Queen Victoria thoughtful and enquiring. The plain meaning of the words lies in a nutshell. Whenever the United States again tackle the Old Country, her navy will grapple with ours, to settle the problematical question whether the Star and Stripes are to flutter o'er the Union Jack; the American eagle to flap its wings and scream with triumph over the prostrate British lion; the nervous arm of young Jonathan to snatch the trident from the feeble grasp of the superannuated old lady who figures on the


reverse of the copper coins of this realm; and Yankee Doodle (or Hail Columbia) to supersede Britannia Rules the Waves! Food for thought, my merry masters! Reflect, perpend, an' ye will or can, what the worldwide result would be were we compelled to put forth all our colossal naval strength to contend for our very birthright-our hitherto undisputed naval supremacy-with our own vigorous offspring on t'other side the Great Herring Pond! By'r lady! the very idea of such a contest makes our beard bristle and our nostrils expand, and we involuntarily ejaculate, Ha! Ha!

No one can appreciate the first-rate merit of Fenimore Cooper as a naval writer better than ourselves; no one has more cordially recognized his stupendous powers; no one has (we are bold to say) done more ample justice to him as being not merely a great author, but incomparably the ablest naval novelist any country has yet produced; and therefore we trust we shall be acquitted of all prejudice when we deliberately express our opinion that his patriotism as American, and his habits as a writer of fiction, combined to dazzle and mislead his judgment when he penned the extraordinary and portentous sentence we have above quoted.* We shall weigh it in the balance !


In the course of this article we

Another American speaks more explicitly than Cooper, and leaves us in no sort of doubt as to what he considers the "special mission" of the navy of his country in time of war. "This arm [the navy] can only fill its special mission in war, that of aggression, by being enabled to leave the great sea-ports and exposed points of our maritime frontier to a more


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shall endeavour to show solid reasons It is, we believe, an unquestionable why there is no likelihood whatever to fact that the American flag was hoisted anticipate a deadly struggle for the for the first time on board ship, by a mastery of the seas between Great Bri- Briton born. In 1775, the celebrated tain and her transatlantic offspring. Paul Jones with his own hands hoistWe write this at a time when there is ed the flag of the United States on

chip out” between the two coun. board the Alfred—that vessel being tries. We learn, however, that mat- one of the small squadron raised by ters are in course of rational ad- order of Congress, and fitted out under justment without any worse result the direction of Jones, who was apthan some temporary irritation and pointed commander of one of the vapouring We hope this is so. vessels, a Captain Hopkins becoming Heaven forbid that a fratricidal commodore of the squadron. The war should ever again ensue between fact that a home-born British subject Great Britain and the Great Repub

---for such Paul Jones was, in spité lic--nations of the same lineage and of having bitterly forsworn allegiance language, foremost champions of liber- to his native land-first hoisted the ty and civilization, and closely united American flag on shipboard is by a thousand bands of the strongest remarkable enough in itself ; but, mutual interest and sympathy. A taken in connexion with the history. war between them would be nearly as of the United States navy down even criminal and insane as a duel between to the present day, it is exceedingly a father and son, or brothers, and significant-not to say ominous. We could only result in the most aw- shall speak more explicitly on this ful mutual injuries ; the cause of point, bye-and-bye. civilization and

progress would The memory of Paul Jones is receive a deadly blow, and all the warmly cherished by the Americans, despotisms of the world would exult and held by them in the highest at the spectacle of the two great divi- honor. Not many years ago, as we sions of the Anglo-Saxon race fighting are informed by a nautical friend, each other like tigers instead of being they dispatched a frigate to France linked in amity. Hand in hand, the to receive his remains, which were United States and Great Britain may conveyed to America for re-interment defy all the despotic powers to assail - a somewhat ostentatious and unnethem, or to impede their glorious cessary act, to our thinking ; for we

As nations they are the salt are not aware that Jones himself, of the earth, the pioneers of progress, when dying at Paris, expressed the and the bulwarks of liberty. Were slightest desire to be buried in the it possible for them to lose their soil of that country he had served so present prestige, what a deluge of well. But we entirely agree with tyranny and unutterablemisery would the Americans in their opinion that flood the earth ! 'Tis true that Pro- Paul was one of the ablest naval vidence for inscrutable reasons occa- commanders who have borne their sionally permits nations, as well as flag. He was much more. He was individuals, to be blinded with pas- beyond compare the most brilliant sion and moral madness, and there- seaman who ever served the United fore it is certainly possible that a States ; and all their other naval conflict may eventually ensue between “heroes"-such as Commodores Decathe two countries; and however dis- tur, Rodgers, Hull, Bainbridge, and tressing it is to contemplate even the Co.--are unworthy of being placed possibility of such an event, yet it for a moment

on the same pedestal would be botlı weak and reprehensible with him. They made prizes of to shirk the matter, for danger can British frigates so interior in force to neither be postponed nor evaded the vessels they commanded, that the merely by shutting our eyes and "glory" thereby accruing to the Stars affecting to ignore its existence. and Stripes was of a very questiona


certain and economical system of protection, in order to carry the sword of the State' upon the broad ocean ; sweep from it the enemy's commerce ; capture or scatter the vessels of war protecting it ; cover and convey our own to its destined havens, and be ready to meet hostile fleets: in other words, to contend for the mastery of the seas where alone it can be obtaineilon the sea ilself."

ble character; but Paul Jones, by his own marvellous skill and indomitable prowess, won victories under the most adverse circumstances-victories which would have reflected the highest honor on any navy in the world. Thus it is that he deservedly fills the foremost place in the annals of the American navy; and as, even to this day, the character of this wonderful man is imperfectly appreciated by many, and probably misunderstood by the majority of the British public, it will not be out of place if we digress a little to briefly record our own impressions of him, derived from a study of all the facts of his career which we have gathered from various sources.

One of the choice literary treasures we possessed in our boyhood was a sixpenny pamphlet or chronicle of the life and blood-thirsty exploits of "Paul Jones, the Scotch Pirate," (for so he was designated on the title page, with a noble disregard of any possible extenuating circumstances), embellished with a large and brilliantlycolored frontispiece, representing the aforesaid "Paul Jones shooting his first lieutenant in the act of striking his [P. J.'s] colors." How we used to gloat over that magnificent and soulstirring work of art! How we read and re-read, with profound, child-like, unquestioning faith, the veracious biography itself, which depictured Paul Jones as a most atrocious traitor, miscreant, murderer, and monster incarnate! To the very best of our recollection there was hardly a possible (or impossible) crime of which this villainous Scotch pirate, demon, &c., had not been repeatedly guilty!

What especially confirmed our belief in this absurd farrago, was the circumstance that on a visit to the museum at Hull we there beheld with dilated eyes an oblong iron shot,* bearing an inscription testifying that it was fired by Paul Jones at Scarborough Castle, in the year 1779. Yes, and did not our own truthful little book minutely relate how Paul Jones captured the "Serapis," and the "Countess of Scarborough" somewhere off Flamborough Head, and also wickedly amused himself by trying the range of his murderous guns off Scarborough? Here, then, was a material guarantee of the unimpeachable accuracy of the biography, in the shape of an oblong iron shot that had perhaps been rammed in the gun by the blood-reeking hands of the miscreant Scotch pirate himself! A thousand per cent. did the chronicle rise in our estimation! Money would not have purchased it--nothing would have shaken our faith in it. Alas! for the bright innocent days of our youth, when we believed in all we read! In sober seriousness let us add that a generation or two ago the British public really regarded Paul Jones as the monster of iniquity he was circumstantially described to be in the above and kindred "biographies," and probably many people even yet entertain a somewhat similar opinion.

A few years subsequently (by which, time a good many of the ideals of our boyhood had been annihilated) we read Cooper's grand fiction, the Pilot," and in the hero, Paul Jones, we could not recognize a single familiar feature of our own Scotch pirate!†


This is unquestionably a very interesting memento of Paul Jones. About sixteen years have elapsed since we saw it, but we presume it is still preserved in Hull museum.

At the conclusion of the " Pilot," however, Cooper puts the following noteworthy summary of the character of Paul Jones, in the mouth of Lieutenant Griffiths:

"His devotion to America proceeded from a desire of distinction, his ruling passion, and perhaps a little also from resentment at some injustice which he claimed to have suffered from his countrymen. He was a man, and not therefore without foibles--among which may have been reckoned the estimation of his own acts; but they were most daring and deserving of all praise [!!!] neither did he at all merit the obloquy that he received from his enemies. His love of liberty may be more questionable; for if he commenced his deeds in the cause of these Free States, they terminated in the service of a despot! He is now dead--but had he lived in times and under circumstances when his consummate knowledge of his profession, his cool, deliberate, and even desperate courage, could have been exercised in a regular and well-supported navy, and had the habits of his youth better qualified him to have borne, meekly, the honors he acquired in his age [manhood: for he died in the prime of life] he would have left behind him no name in its lists that would have descended to the latest posterity of his adopted countrymen with greater renown."

It will be observed that Cooper here gravely speaks of Paul Jones not as the imaginary

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