American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-11-02
From the New Orleans Picayune
PRESSED INTO THE SERVICE.

PRESSED INTO The SERVICE.
"Mr. Tar!" said tho Recorder yesterday
morning, as if he was ANXIOUS to ascertain
whether there was any individual of that name
present, and fso that he would like to take
small observation of the person bearing such
an ordoriferous name. No one rose to the
summons, but the Recorder seeing police Of
fcer lelcgraphing a red faced wheather beaten
tar, in one end OF the box, with hair enough
around his face for at least bakers dozen of
stage boatswains, inquired what the mans
name was.
"John Hull, your HONOR" said the sailor,
rising and slapping his tarpaulin down on the
railing. "John Hull, your honor, and may
be introduced for the first time in my life to
the bosins cat if Jack Hull was ever ashamed
of his name in whatever port he was brought
to an anchor. Hull's name, sir, ash do TO
stand by in the toughest sort of a gale, or
the greatest calm as ever put old Bor'as
asleep.n
ale told US his name was John Tar, last
night, sir" said the officer.
"Did your honor ever see such a spoony Of
land ubber as that? Why he wouldn't know
the difference 'twixt the figure head of seven
ty-four and the captains clerk. Jack TAR
you land lubber, you. An so | am a Jack
other colors SO long as there's vessel in the
Navy with the old stars and stripes streamin'
over her.'
"Ysu're in the Navy, them" inquired the
Recorder.
"No, your honor, Pm out on it, although |
keeps on the togs of tho old Uncle Sam; coz,
as soon as ever get out of this ere snap, Pm
goin' to make a straight wake and list for
another cruise, an maybe yet you'll hear of old
Jack Hull as one of the chaps as fell in the at
tack on some Of them ere Mexican ports in the
Gulf That's what Pm arter. I've been a
workin' all my life, and now [ wants TO have a
little amusement in the way of o'battern'
down that ere Castle or somethin' o. the
sort"
you've been at sea sometime, have YOU"
said the Recorder.
81 should say had, your honor. The first
think | ever seed was the fash of big gun in
1912, for was born on the old Constitution in
the midst of the action with the Gurrere. My
father used to be called old John'-Lord bless
him! He was sent to Davy Jones's by grape
shot, an was chrstened John Hull for the
captain that was, the old commodore now
Lord bless his old souI!'
"But how came you here, John? you shouldn't
be seen in such place. said the Recorder.
"WelI, sir, said Huh, looking down, 81 do
feel just about as small as MILDLY that has
been mastheaded; bat what's done can't be
helped, You see. I'd taken a stiff allowance
of grog aboard, and was beating and lacking
about laTboard and starboard, when gin lee
lurch an fetched up agiu a chap with tar
paulin on his nod. why didn't you put your
helm hard a-port?' said !, do you think first
rates going to look out for all such small craft
as you?' None ofyour slang says he. 'Who
the blue blazes are you?' says |, for / won't al
together steady, your honor, on my pins
hadn't got my land legs on egzactly, I'm a
watchman,' said he. You are, are you?' says
| l. well, If it's your watch you ought to be
triced up and have round dozen for not keep
! in out of the way Well, you see, one word
fetched on another an | hauled off AN gin him
a broadside, but on account o. the grog my
guns wasn't heavy shotted an they didn't
cripple the enemy; but he boarded me with
bit of a handspike he had in his hand and
brought me lick that made me see more lights
than were ever hoisted at the peaks OF the
craft aloft in the sky; an that's all as recol-
lects till found myself up yonder there, hard
and fast among this set of scurvy craft along
side here in this ere chicken coop"
"You Intend to go to sea again1' inquired
the Recorder.
"AYe, aye, your honor; an I'm only sorry
as | ever left the old Raritan and Captain
Jack, for expect when the Commodore wakes
mp in the Gulf he'll make up for lost time, an
as Guvment's give em touch of the old Per-
ny blood, want to let 'em have small chance
of old Hull"
"Well," said the Recorder, 81 suspect you
have been punished enough for your frolc, and
| shall let you 90 this time upon your paying
your Jail fees"
'Thank your honor" said the sailor, Joy
fully, 81 shan't forget it; and if you ever hear
John Hull has been cut in two by Mexican
shot, just think that my last words will be
blessing on your head for letting me die in de-
fence ofmy ship and country" The sailor
paid his fees, and wanted every body TO go out
and take horn; but as nobody accepted his
generous offer, he threw down quarter eagle,
saying: "Give these poor miserable chaps
something to drink there" pointing to the Iri-
soners in the box, 'and let me advise you,
comrades, to leave off drinking and join the
temperance society,""
The GALE AT HAVANA. Captain Winsor,