Built At The Boston Navy Yard in 1851
The second Navy ship to be so named, Princeton, a clipper-built ship, was laid down in June 1851 at Boston Navy Yard; launched in October 1851; sponsored by Lt. Edward R. Thompson; and commissioned 18 May 1852 at Boston, Massachusetts, Comdr. Sidney Smith Lee in command.
Some of the usable timbers of the first Princeton were incorporated in the new hull of the second Princeton. Upon completion of the hull at Boston, Princeton proceeded 19 May 1852 to Baltimore, Maryland, where her machinery was installed at Vulcan Iron Works. New boilers and propellers were added but the original engines of “Ericsson semi-cylinder” design were retained. She remained at Baltimore until 18 November when she departed for Norfolk, Virginia, arriving the same day.
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