While the Frenchmen keep sober, the American and English sailor would indulge in their favorite grog. In this respect, I see no difference between English and American. Over the can of grog, the English tar forgets all his hardships and his slavery--yes, _slavery_; for where is there a greater slavery among white men, than that of impressed Englishmen on board of one of their own men of war? The American, over his grog, seems equally happy, and equally forgetful of his harsh treatment. The Englishman, when his skin, is full of grog, glows with idolatry for his country, and his favorite lass; and so does the American: The former sings the victories of Bembow, How, Jervase and Nelson; while the latter sing the same songs, only substituting the names of Preble, Hull, Decatur and Bainbridge, Perry and Macdonough. Our men parodied all the English national songs.--"_Rule Britannia, rule the waves_," was "_Rule Columbia_," &c. "_God save great George, our King_," was sung by our boys, "_God save great Madison_;" for every thing like federalism was banished from our hearts and ears; whatever we were before, we were all staunch _Madisonians_ in a foreign land. The two great and ruling passions among the British sailors and the American sailors, seemed, precisely the same, viz. _love of their country_, and _love of the fair sex_. These two subjects alone entered into all their songs, and seemed to be the only dear objects of their souls, when half drunk. On these two strings hang all our nation's glory; while, to my surprize, I found, or thought I found, that the love of money was that string which vibrated oftenest in a Frenchman's heart; but I may be mistaken; all the nation may not be gamblers.--Remember, politicians, philosophers, admirals, and generals, that _Love_ and _Patriotism_ are the two, and I almost said, the only two passions of that class of men, who are destined to carry your flag in triumph abound the terraqueous globe, by skillfully controlling the powers of the winds, and of _vapor_.