From the remotest period, since Britain has been celebrated as a naval power, never has her superiority appeared more eminently conspicuous than at the present moment. The future historian will record, with admiration, that, within five months, not to mention Sir Robert Calder's action, nor the capture of the Marengo and Belle Poule, by Sir John Borlase Warren–three decisive victories crowned our efforts. The heights of Trafalgar, associated with the revered name of Nelson, will live for ages in the memory of our seamen; the achievement of Sir R. J. Strachan, subsequently to that day of glory, on which the nation's first Hero was numbered with the slain, will be legibly inscribed in our annals; nor will the destruction of the French squadron in the West Indies, by Admiral Duckworth, be forgotten, although, eclipsed by greater glories, it appears to have been, for the moment, too slightly estimated by the public. At a time when the greater part of Europe has been overrun and revolutionized by the predatory armies of France, Britain, secure beneath the protecting wing of her Navy, has smiled at the reiterated menaces of invasion, and has enjoyed a comparatively undisturbed repose.