SIR - The Lady of the Lake (which I have kept cruizing (sic) as a look-out vessel between the Gallows (sic) and Kingston ever since the ice broke up) having a commanding breeze yesterday, run close into Kingston and showed her colours, which was answered by the enemy's fleet and batteries - His old fleet lay moored off the town with all sails bent and top-gallant yards across - a number of gun-boats also appeared to be ready - one only of the new ships had her lower masts in, the other appeared to be preparing to take masts in.

I have the honor to be, very respectfully, sir, your most obedient servant,