main-deck, and 12 on her quarter-deck, some of 36 pounds, and 320
men. We dished her up in fifty minutes, boarded, and struck her
colours. We have suffered much, but I was long determined to make a
short affair of it. We conversed before we fired a shot, and then,
God knows, hot enough it was, as you will see by the enclosed.[3] I
might have wrote for a month, had I entered on the description of
every gallant action, but we were all in it, heart and soul. I owe
much to Israel, who undertook with the after-gun to cut off her
rudder and wheel. The tiller was shot away, and four men were
killed at her wheel, which I verily believe was owing to him. I
will write again in a day or two, and do all I can for everybody.
We must go into harbour. _Cleopatra_ is fifteen feet longer, and
three feet wider than _Nymphe_--much larger, Poor dear Pearse is
numbered with the slain[4]--Plane and Norway slightly wounded--old
Nicholls safe. God be praised for his mercy to myself, and Israel,
and all of us!
"Yours, ever, E.P."

"Be kind to Susan--go over, and comfort her; I cannot write to poor
Pearse's mother for my life--do send her a note; I really cannot. I
loved him, poor fellow, and he deserved it.

"_June 20, 1793._"


FOOTNOTES:

[3] A list of the killed and wounded.

[4] After the action, Mr. Norway requested permission to keep the body