Poor Joseph Park! she had little anticipated her fate, and not a little amusement was created among her captors by an entry in her log of the day after leaving Pernambuco:--"We have a tight, fast vessel, and we don't care for Jeff.

Davis!" "My unfortunate prisoner," remarks Captain Semmes, "had holloa'd before he was out of the wood." The journal continues:-- _Friday, September 27th._--This is my fifty-second birthday, and so the years roll on, one by one, and I am getting to be an old man! Thank God, that I am still able to render service to my country in her glorious struggle for the right of self-government, and in defence of her institutions, her property, and everything a people hold sacred.

We have thus far beaten the Vandal hordes that have invaded and desecrated our soil; and we shall continue to beat them to the end.

The just God of Heaven, who looks down upon the quarrels of men, will avenge the right.
May we prove ourselves in this struggle worthy of Him and of our great cause! My poor distressed family! How fondly my thoughts revert to them to-day! My dear wife and daughters, instead of preparing the accustomed "cake" to celebrate my birthday, are mourning my absence, and dreading to hear of disaster.

May our Heavenly Father console, cherish, and protect them!.