He stood elevated.

The bright flag blew around him, a glorified shroud, enveloping him in its red ribbons and spangles, like up-springing tongues, and sparkles of flame.
As the colors rose to their final perch, and streamed in the air, Paul eyed them exultingly.
"I first hoisted that flag on an American ship, and was the first among men to get it saluted.

If I perish this night, the name of Paul Jones shall live.

Hark! they hail us." "What ship are you ?" "Your enemy.

Come on! What wants the fellow of more prefaces and introductions ?" The sun was now calmly setting over the green land of Ireland.