Sir; I am directed by Earl Russell to reply to your letters of the 6th inst., respecting the destruction by the Confederate steamer Alabama of British property embarked in American vessels and burned by that steamer. Earl Russell desires me to state to you that British property on board a vessel belonging to one of the belligerants must be subject to all the risks and contingencies of war, so far as the capture of the vessel is concerned. The owners of any British property, not being contraband of war, on board a Federal vessel captured and destroyed by a Confederate vessel of war, may claim in a Confederate Prize Court compensation for the destruction of such property. As the "Confederate prize court" which condemned the Alabama's prizes habitually walked about under her commander's hat, and as there was considerable doubt as to where a court competent and willing to review the decisions made, might be located, there was not much comfort in this letter for American ship owners or their prospective customers. But the shippers of merchandise were not the only persons to whom the Baron de Castine's news brought fear and anxiety. The inhabitants of unprotected or but slightly protected towns along the coast already saw in imagination the Alabama steaming in upon them, demanding ransom, and leaving their homes in ashes. Captain Semmes loved to threaten New York, and one of the masters last released seems to have gone ashore with the belief that the Alabama's next move would be to throw a few shells into that city. But a descent upon the coast would have put Secretary Welles in possession of a knowledge of her whereabouts, whereas at sea her commander could usually calculate the time when the news of her movements would reach the nearest telegraph office, and shift her position just before the time when a powerful enemy would be likely to arrive. CHAPTER VIII. OFF DUTY AMUSEMENTS. When off duty the sailors amused themselves by spinning yarns and singing songs. Sometimes they got up a sparring match, and occasionally hazing of the duller or less active of the crew was indulged in. It is related that one sailor was nicknamed "Top-robbin" because he usually began his stories with the introduction, "When I sailed in the Taprobane, East Ingyman." Once he was induced to attempt a song, and began in a voice in which a hoarse bass struggled with a squeaky treble: Jerry Lee was hung at sea For stabbing of his messmate true. And his body did swing, a horrible thing, At the sport of the wild sea mew! The whole watch shouted for him to stop, and he was warned: "If you ever sing again in this 'ere watch while we're off soundings, we'll fire you through a lee port. Such a voice as that would raise a harrycane."