. The lives and deeds of our self-made men . oselect a cigar, offered the bunch to the sailor. Have acigar, Admiral? said he. No, Bishop, said theAdmiral, with a quizzical glance, I dont smoke—/swear a little, sometimes. TVe regret that the limits of our sketches do notallow us to do justice to those wonderful, inspiring,romantic scenes by which our navy gained possessionof New Orleans and Mobile. But if one wants toread them in poetry, terse and vivid, with all the fireof poetry and all the explicitness of prose, we begthem to read the River Fight, and Bay Fight, ofHenry Brownell, who was in
. The lives and deeds of our self-made men . oselect a cigar, offered the bunch to the sailor. Have acigar, Admiral? said he. No, Bishop, said theAdmiral, with a quizzical glance, I dont smoke—/swear a little, sometimes. TVe regret that the limits of our sketches do notallow us to do justice to those wonderful, inspiring,romantic scenes by which our navy gained possessionof New Orleans and Mobile. But if one wants toread them in poetry, terse and vivid, with all the fireof poetry and all the explicitness of prose, we begthem to read the River Fight, and Bay Fight, ofHenry Brownell, who was in both scenes as a volunteer 322 DAVID G. FARRAGUT. officer. There he will find Homeric military ardorbaptized by Christian sentiment. Full red the furnace fires must glow, That melts the ore of mortal kind;The mills of God are grinding slow, But ah, how close they grind !To-day the Dahlgren and the drum Are dread Apostles of his name,His kingdom here can only come In chrism of blood and name. TH2 NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LXZtJ0X AMD R. :J9»«r
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