BATTLE between the SCHOONER DOLPHIN, the British SHIP HEBE and a BRIG,

off Cape St. Vincent, on the 25th of Jan. 1813.

and sixty-five men. They were both richly laden, and were very valuable prizes.

The Dolphin then proceeded homeward. She passed through the British squadron in the Chesapeake Bay, and arrived safe at Baltimore, on the 15th of February. after a very fortunate cruise. The captain of the British ship, smarting from his wounds, said "he did not expect to find a d d Yankee privateer in that part of the world," but was given to understand that, by-and-by, captures might be made in the Thames; at which he wondered greatly!

The following is honorable to all parties concerned in it-we should be glad to see such things from the other side of the water.

A CARD.

"W. A. Brigham, lately captured in the British merchant ship Hebe, late under his command, by the United States privateer Dolphin, Captain W. S. Stafford, after a severe contest, begs to make public, and gratefully acknowledge the sense he has of the very kind and humane treatment he and his crew experienced on board the Dolphin, during a passage of five weeks, from the time of capture till our arrival at this port. All wearing apparel and private property were given up to the prisoners, and the wounded (eight in number), most diligently and tenderly attended. W. A. Brigham being badly wounded by a musket-shot, and much burnt, experienced a very great share of this attention from Dr. Chidester, the surgeon, which, together with the tender sympathy and goodness of Captain Stafford, added much to his recovery and happiness. Should the fortune of war ever throw Captain Stafford, or any of his crew into the hands of the British, it is sincerely hoped he will meet a similar treatment."

Baltimore, Feb. 16th, 1813.

The writer of these pages was personally acquainted with Captain W. S. Stafford, when at Bordeaux, in the year 1814. And it is with pleasure, he adds, that he always found him a modest, unassuming, gentlemanly man; no one can, for a moment, doubt his unflinching bravery and gallant bearing, when he reflects on the many battles he has gained over the enemies of his country. To be convinced that Captain Stafford was generous, kind, and humane, the reader has only to refer to the fact of Captain W. A. Brigham's voluntary certificate, after his capture, and during the time he was a prisoner on board the Dolphin.

When the writer of the following article calls to mind the spirit and acts of the Baltimoreans during our last war with England, he is inspired with a feeling of esteem and veneration for them, as a brave and patriotic people, that will endure with him to the end of his existence.

During the whole struggle against an inveterate foe, they did all they could to aid and strengthen the hands of the general government, and generally took the lead in fitting out efficient privateers and letters-of-marque to annoy and distress the enemy, and even to "beard the old lion in his den," for it is well known that their privateers captured many English vessels at the very mouths of their own ports in the British channel.

When their own beautiful city was attacked by a powerful fleet and army, how nobly did they defend themselves against the hand of the spoiler! The whole venom of the modern Goths seemed concentrated against the Baltimoreans, for no other reason but that they had too much spirit to submit to insult and tyrannical oppression. Many of the eastern people made a grand mistake in counting on the magnanimity of the British nation to do them justice by mild and persuasive argu

ments. In making these remarks in praise of Baltimore, I do not mean to disparage the noble patriotism of many other cities of our glorious Union, but I do mean to say, that if the same spirit that fired the hearts and souls of the Baltimoreans, had evinced itself throughout our entire country, it would have saved every American heart much pain and mortification, and would, in my opinion, have shortened the war. For while the English believed we were a divided people, they were slow to relinquish their unreasonable demands. With these obvious reasons, can any one possessed of the least knowledge of human nature, believe there can ever be any real friendship between an English Aristocrat, a High-Church Tory, and an American Republican; the very idea of such a friendship is preposterous to the last degree. It therefore follows, that we have only to rely upon our own strength and union, to repel aggression from whatever quarter it may come. Would the English, if they had succeeded in taking Baltimore, have shown more mercy in sparing it than they did Washington? I have no patience with such fallacious reasoning. Are they not the same people, and playing the same game now, on the shores of the Baltic, and in the White and Black Seas?

Should we have another war with them, would they not perform the same unnatural acts as were perpetrated at Hampton, in 1813, if they had the power to do it? Talk not of British magnanimity to any one acquainted with their history; were it not for the religion and virtue of the middle classes in England, "the hands of the aristocracy would be against every man, and every man's hand against them." The writer was in Baltimore shortly after the English retreated from that place, and when he saw the American flag, with its beautiful