uldn't stand it another minute, and, with a Joan of Arc
heroism, volunteered to follow the gallant admiral, for the purpose of
seeing that their sweethearts and husbands were not seriously wounded
by the Commander's grape and other missiles most dangerous. Again loud
reports were heard--pop! pop! pop!--ziz! ziz! ziz! went the shots of
ordinary mixture: then whole broadsides began to be poured into the
belligerents in grand style. After a few hours' cannonading, all was
again bustle and confusion; wounded men were seen tumbling over the
sides of the ship, fair ladies became unfairly terrified, and then,
disgusted with the cowardice of their husbands and sweethearts, might
be seen nearly fainting in the arms of gallant officers. After the
whole affair was over, a great many wounded husbands, whose cases were
extremely doubtful, were conveyed to their homes; others dreaded the
application of Caudle lecture medicine from wives who had long
preceded them to their domestic hearths. A facetious contemporary has
described this great affair in the following graphic manner:

"On attempting to mount the stairs hung at the side, Commodore
Shubrick, standing on the quarter-deck, let drive a fish-ball, which
he held in his hand, and struck the Admiral a little below the left
eye. The Admiral, nothing daunted, ran up the steps, his officers
following close behind, and seized the Commodore by the hand, and gave
him such a shaking as made him tremble again. General Gore, on
reaching the 'poop,' was grossly insulted by the first lieutenant of
the Princeton, who, in the most cool and deliberate manner, told him,
if he would come below, he would give him 'something to eat.'

"The General, in reply, said he would like to catch him at it. And to
show his courage he went below, when one of the middies at the foot of
the companion-way took aim at the General with a champagne bottle, and
let drive the contents into the General's glass. The Mayor of Halifax,
and members of the Corporation, got into a skirmish with the
marines. It seems that Alderman Nugent asked the boatswain, in a
sneering sort of way, if they had any turtle on board. The answer was,
'No--but we've got turtle soup, if that will do for you.' The Mayor
stepped up, and said he would rather have turtle soup than _fish_ any
day. The boatswain answered that he was tired of hearing so much said
about fish. For his own part, he didn't see anything in fish to fight
about. If it was mut