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777065The Girl From Nowherehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/sea-power-in-its-relations-to-the-war-of-1812-volume-ii-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/325804/255a9527-29e4-4e0d-b8fd-53ee8622407f.jpg?v=638451381038800000117130MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/773848The Girl From Nowhere117130https://www.gandhi.com.mx/sea-power-in-its-relations-to-the-war-of-1812-volume-ii-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/325804/255a9527-29e4-4e0d-b8fd-53ee8622407f.jpg?v=638451381038800000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20259781465547323_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_<p>THE WINTER OF 1812-1813BAINBRIDGES SQUADRON: ACTIONS BETWEEN CONSTITUTION AND JAVA, HORNET AND PEACOCKINCREASING PRESSURE ON ATLANTIC COAST The squadron under Commodore William Bainbridge, the third which sailed from the United States in October, 1812, started nearly three weeks after the joint departure of Rodgers and Decatur. It consisted of the Constitution and sloop of war Hornet, then in Boston, and of the Essex, the only 32-gun frigate in the navy, fitting for sea in the Delaware. The original armament of the latter, from which she derived her rate, had been changed to forty 32-pounder carronades and six long twelves; total, forty-six guns. It is noticeable that this battery, which ultimately contributed not merely to her capture, but to her almost helplessness under the fire of an enemy able to maintain his distance out of carronade range, was strongly objected to by Captain Porter. On October 14 he applied to be transferred to the Adams, giving as reasons my insuperable dislike to carronades, and the bad sailing of the Essex, which render her, in my opinion, the worst frigate in the service. The request was not granted, and Porter sailed in command of the ship on October 28, the two other vessels having left Boston on the 26th. In order to facilitate a junction, Bainbridge had sent Porter full details of his intended movements. A summary of these will show his views as to a well-planned commerce-destroying cruise. Starting about October 25, he would steer first a course not differing greatly from the general direction taken by Rodgers and Decatur, to the Cape Verde Islands, where he would fill with water, and by November 27 sail for the island Fernando de Noronha, two hundred and fifty miles south of the Equator, and two hundred miles from the mainland of Brazil, then a Portuguese colony, of which the island was a dependency. The trade winds being fair for this passage, he hoped to leave there by December 15, and to cruise south along the Brazilian coast as far as Rio de Janeiro, until January 15. In the outcome the meeting of the Constitution with the Java cut short her proceedings at this point; but Bainbridge had purposed to stay yet another month along the Brazilian coast, between Rio and St. Catherines, three hundred miles south. Thence he would cross the South Atlantic to the neighborhood of St. Helena, remaining just beyond sight of it, to intercept returning British Indiamen, which frequently stopped there. Porter failed to overtake the other vessels, on account of the bad sailing of the Essex. He arrived at Fernando de Noronha December 14, one day before that fixed by Bainbridge as his last there; but the Constitution and Hornet had already gone on to Bahia, on the Brazilian mainland, seven hundred miles to the southwest, leaving a letter for him to proceed off Cape Frio, sixty miles from the entrance of Rio. He reached this rendezvous on the 25th, but saw nothing of Bainbridge, who had been detained off Bahia by conditions there. The result was that the Essex never found her consorts, and finally struck out a career for herself, which belongs rather to a subsequent period of the war. We therefore leave her spending her Christmas off Cape Frio. The two other vessels had arrived off Bahia on December 13. Here was lying a British sloop of war, the Bonne Citoyenne, understood to have on board a very large amount of specie for England. The American vessels blockaded her for some days, and then Captain Lawrence challenged her to single combat; Bainbridge acquiescing, and pledging his honor that the Constitution should remain out of the way, or at least not interfere. The British captain, properly enough, declined. That his ship and her reported value were detaining two American vessels from wider depredations was a reason more important than any fighting-cock glory to be had from an arranged encounter on equal terms, and should have sufficed him without expressing the doubt he did as to Bainbridges good faith. On the 26th the Commodore, leaving Lawrence alone to watch the British sloop, stood out to sea with the Constitution, cruising well off shore; and thus on the 29th, at 9 A.M., being then five miles south of the port and some miles from land, discovered two strange sail, which were the British frigate Java, Captain Henry Lambert, going to Bahia for water, with an American ship, prize to her</p>(*_*)9781465547323_<p>Managers assure those of us who try to write plays nowadays that we must lay our scenes in well-to-do circles if we wish to attract an audience. The scene before us now has few recommendations, either as a romantic or a tragic background. It is not quite wretched enough to suggest dark deeds; it is not nearly old enough to convey a hint of mystery: it is merely the back parlor of a London lodging-house of the meaner kind. On a certain murky day in March it lay bare to the eye of anyone who was desirous of exploring. The street of which it formed a narrow section was small and dreary. The front parlor window of this particular house was discreetly veiled with curtains which had once been white. Between them stood an artificial aspidistra in a ginger-colored pot, envied by some of the other dwellers in the immediate neighborhood. This front parlor, at the date in question, was unlet. It had folding-doors, affording the sole entrance to a very small room behind, generally let as a bedroom, with the front room as sitting-room. For the past month this back parlor had been tenanted by one who was far too poor to think of needing more than one room in which to starve. Moreover, he was there on the understanding that he would vacate should a better let offer itself. Had the curtain risen on that back room, the eye would have taken but one glance to feel assured of destitution on the part of the absent occupier. There was a bed, a washstand, a table, a chair. There was a cupboard, the door hanging open on one hinge, revealing the fact that an empty mug formed its sole contents. There was no carpet on the floor, no cloth on the rickety tablethe only trace of occupancy was in a penny bottle of ink and a few sheets of paper which lay upon the table. The smoke-dimmed window looked sheer down upon a mazy labyrinth of railway lines. Day by day trains rumbled by, and sent up each its contribution of soot and grime to choke the atmosphere and darken the unlovely prospect. This windowit was more correctly a glass doorwas open; and without was a mean iron railing, with a flight of corroded steps, which, at the time the house was built, probably led to the garden. The encroaching line had shorn away all the garden, leaving the iron steps overhanging the abyss with a futility that moved to pity the soul of the present occupier when he had a thought to spare from the anguish of his own condition. So much for the stage. The actor, when at last he made his abrupt appearance, bursting in, as an actor should, dramatically, through the center doorsseemed to have been cast by Nature for a leading part.</p>...9781465547323_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_8304eb66-7862-36d6-ac46-c401ff65b87f_9781465547323;9781465547323_9781465547323Mrs. BaillieInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-16d5269b-0edf-4bed-9773-4812b9cd7f97.epub2025-09-28T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria