restored the unfortunate man of prayer; but, assuredly, the incident is one of those which will long live in the memory of the parishioners

RUSSIANS v. AMERICANS.

A SKIRMISHING TALE.

HAVING heard that a man-of-war was expected at Wilmington to embark the prisoners, I and my friend, who had got some new rigging over his mast-head, and who looked, when washed and shaved, a very creditable skipper, bent our steps towards Charlestown, and then proceeded onwards to Wilmington. On my arrival there, we contracted for a week's lodging each, washing and feeding included, for three dollars and a half, with brandy-and-water at discretion.

Two days afterwards, the Manly, a ten-gun brig, arrived. The prisoners had been collected to the amount of some twenty, all of whom had heard of my sharing my money about eighty times, and all likewise responding to the oft-told tale, by acclamations of satisfaction. I was a great

favourite, and heard all their misfortunes with an attentive ear, and often moist eyes. Some were perfectly ruined by their capture; some drooped at the frown of fortune, whilst others laughed at their calamities as events in life always to be expected, and never half so bad as they appeared. Amongst this group was a Russian, a man of about six feet six in height; a perfect Hercules, and as well-formed as an Apollo. He always took me under his protection, whilst my old friend followed me with the attachment of Tom Pipes to Peregrine Pickle.

The day being fixed for the sailing of the Manly, the prisoners thought it right to give a