Virginia Argus

DOMESTIC

PORTLAND, Sept. 23.

Dinner of the brave Tars.

On Monday the 20th inst. a public dinner was provided for the crew of the U. States' brig Enterprize, by the inhabitants of Portland. At 12 o'clock, they were conveyed from their vessel, lying in Fore River, to Union Wharf, where they were received by the committee of arrangements, whence they marched in procession through Union, Middle, Exchange and Fore streets, to the Mechanic Hall, to the music of an excellent band, greeted by the huzzas of numerous citizens at the corners of streets. The healthy, hardy and cleanly appearance and correct deportment of these brave men, all young, active, enterprising fellows, with American blood in their veins and American independence in their hearts, was highly gratifying. A subordinate officer supported by two of his comrades, carried a flag bearing the American Eagle, holding in his beak, a scroll, with this inscription, "Free Trade and Sailors Rights," and in one talon an olive branch, in the other a linstock with a burning match.

The Hall was tastefully and judiciously decorated with the flags of the Enterprize and Boxer, (which shew where shot had been) the American surmounting the English, with vessels in miniature, and representations of valiant combats. The Boatswain presided, assisted by the gunner. The exact propriety and admirable address, exhibited in the boatswain's management, were subjects of universal observation and applause. The attention and direction of the committee of Arrangements, were felt in every part of the scene. After the cloth was removed, the company was honored by the presence of the gallant officers, of the Enterprize, officers of the U. S. army, of the militia, who were accidentally on duty, and citizens of distinction. The following toasts were given on the occasion. Songs of merit, composed by individuals of the crew, of fine sentiment and sound, would exclude toasts of equal pith and moment for the want of space for their insertion. A specimen is given.

TOASTS.

Our Old Constitution--May she always have the wind abaft the beam.

Our late gallant Commander--But tho' his body's under hatches, "His soul is gone aloft."

The Crew of the Enterprize--Always ready to box the Boxer, bruise the Bruiser, and bore the Borer.

Our absent Shipmates--Damaged in spars and rigging, and now in ordinary--they'll never shun a Boxing match, tho' altered to Razees.

The Compass of our Hearts--May it direct us to Enterprize and Glory.

By Mr. Ball, Boatswain.--The Tars of the U. States--May they always have Enterprize enough to know how to Box, Bruise, Bore and Rattle, when alongside of our old friend Johnny Bull.

By Thomas Owen--Lieut. M'Call, our present Commander--may he always conquer.