I have sent off the Leda with her prize to Portsmouth.

With this easterly breeze and smooth water, they will get there, crippled as they are, in some twenty-four hours.

There the wounded will be cared for, and the prisoners drafted off.

The Blonde, the corvette which is aground, surrendered, as you know, when she found herself helpless, and within range of our new battery.

Stubbard's men longed to have a few shots at her; but of course we stopped any such outrage.