There was another satirical poem on this Naumachia, entitled “AN EXTRAORDINARY GAZETTE, containing dispatches from ADMIRAL SQUIB, giving a detailed account of A GREAT NAVAL VICTORY obtained over the combined fleets of _France_ and _America_, in the GREAT SERPENTINE SEA, on the 1st August, 1814,”--a small portion of which I transcribe. “Now since, as you will understand, This mighty _Sea_ is quite inland, It to their Lordships will appear Strange, how the d----l we got here. * * * * * A council call’d, some doubts were made, Whether the ships could be convey’d; Which I, who knew my men, dispell’d, And every thought of failure quell’d. Then quickly issued my command The men should take them _overland_; And such as were too large to drag on, Should be convey’d upon a _waggon_. The plan was hail’d with rapt’rous glee, With _double grog_, and _three times three_. “Our topmasts struck--the rigging stow’d-- The guns were sent off on the road-- And, as for _shot_ and _Congreve rockets_, _The sailors took them in their pockets_. All hands were now put to the oar, To tow the _men-of-war_ ashore; Which done--it cost but little pains-- The great exertion yet remains, To lift their vast and pond’rous keels, And _ship_ them safely on the _wheels_; Which, after much fatigue, at length Was done by dint of manual strength. All this achiev’d, they mov’d away By help of _horse-artillery_.[34] In future times ’twill scarce be creded How well this novel plan succeeded. And oh! the sight was worth a treasure, And would have given their Lordships pleasure, To see with what determined zeal The sailors strove for the public weal. Some took a _bowsprit_--some a _mast_-- Some held a _hull_ by _handspikes_ fast; While others, not less glad than able, Lash’d it safely with a _cable_. But one, than all the rest much bolder, Carried a _fire-ship_ on his _shoulder_. The whole arriving on the strand, Without an accident on land, Our fetter’d barks were soon untied, And launch’d into the _ocean_ wide; With masts and rigging re-equipp’d, And guns and ammunition shipp’d; We now were fit to put to sea, And meet the dastard enemy. And for long time we sail’d about, To find the slinking _Frenchmen_ out; Until we met near _Rotten_ shore, As I have said herein before.” The accompanying illustration is from a satirical [Illustration: A MAN OF WAR, 1814. Page 73. ] print by George Cruikshank, _re_ the Jubilee, called “The Modern Don Quixote, or the Fire King.”