Amidst the grand movements of the army and navy, a schooner of the most diminutive size, which the navigator after called "_the Terror of France_," weighed her little anchor, and, to the astonishment of every one, was seen sailing past the batteries, up to the city. The French fired a great number of shot at her; nevertheless _Jonathan_ steered steadily on, and got safe up, with her colors flying; and coming to anchor in the upper river, she triumphantly saluted admiral Holmes with a discharge from all her swivels. She met with no accident, except one man being slightly wounded on board. During this, says captain Knox, our batteries fired briskly on the town, to favor her as she passed. While the officers and gunners were enraged at what they deemed a contempt of their formidable batteries, other officers apologized afterwards for firing at this diminutive vessel, which was not much bigger than a man of war's launch, observing, that they imagined her passing to be the result of a frolicsome wager. They little thought that she was a New England trader, or rather huxter, ladened with _notions_, such as apples, dried and green, apple-sauce, onions, cheese, molasses, New England rum, and gingerbread, and a number of little ditto's, suitable, as the skipper thought, for the Quebec market, after it should have changed masters. When the _Captain_ of this famous little schooner went on board the British admiral, he enquired the name of his vessel. He replied, "_The Terror of France_;" which was painted on her stern. How are you armed? _We have four swivels, three muskets, and one cutlass, beside a broad axe._ How many men have you? _We have three souls and a boy._--And where does your vessel belong, _Captain_, when you are at home? _Updike's Newtown._ And where is that, Sir? _Does not Admiral Holmes know where Updike's Newtown is?_ says Jonathan, with a look of surprize. I do not at this moment recollect, Sir. _Why Updike's Newtown is half way betwixt Pautuxet and Connanicut._ The British admiral did not choose to risk his reputation with this fearless waterfowl, by asking him any more geographical questions. We have dwelt on this ludicrous anecdote for the sake of one serious remark. Capt. John Knox, of the 43d British regiment, whose Historical Journal, in 2 volumes quarto, is dedicated to General Lord Amherst, never once intimates that this courageous man was from New England, but leaves the reader to infer that he and his "three souls and a boy," were Englishmen. In this way have all the British writers treated us Americans, although we all know in this country, that Louisbourg was taken by New-England-men. Throughout the whole war of 1758, and 1759, the English strained their voices to magnify themselves, and debase our character.