er life save
that he was once imprisoned for debt, but this was no disgrace in
those times and I am sure that he was soon liberated. He died
September 20th, 1777, but where he was buried is not known, nor is
there any record of his marriage. At any rate he has left the
reputation of a brave and valiant seaman who was beloved by his men,
feared by his enemies, and appreciated by his contemporaries.

"Britannia's glory first from ships arose;
To shipping still her power and wealth she owes.
Let each experienced Briton then impart,
His naval skill to perfect naval art."

BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD

Their silvered swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.

Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanished age hath flown,
The story how ye fell:
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor Time's remorseless gloom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.

[Illustration: From "The Army and Navy of the United States."
AMERICAN PRIVATEER TAKING POSSESSION OF A PRIZE.]

JOHN PAUL JONES

THE FOUNDER OF THE AMERICAN NAVY

(1747-1792)

"Every generation has its own war. To forget the
disagreeable is a characteristic of the human
mind."--_The Philosopher._

JOHN PAUL JONES

THE FOUNDER OF THE AMERICAN NAVY

(1747-1792)

"Why! Shiver my bones! It's John Paul Jones!
Johnny the Pirate! Johnny should swing!
Johnny who hails from Old Scotlant y' know,
Johnny who's tryin' to fight our good King.
Shiver my Timbers! We'll catch the old fox!
_Clew up those top-sails! Ware o' th' shoals!_
_Fire 'cross his bow-lines! Steer for th' rocks!_
_Ease away on the jib-boom; shoot as she rolls!_

"Oh! Johnny, my Johnny, you're slick as can be,
But, Johnny, My John, you'll be nipped present-ly."

--_Song of the English Privateers._--1794.

A French frigate lay in the silvery water off Norfolk, Virginia, and,
as she swung quietly upon her anchor chains, a small sloop came
bobbing alongside. A hail arose from her stern, where sat a man of
about twenty-eight years; of mediu