264 THE DEATH OF NELSON. 



one desired should not happen ? But the sight 

 which followed was one that few have ever seen ! 

 We took him below, and Ijere were the wounded 

 and the dying", — one groaning- in agony, the next 

 showing a silent disdain of all pain. Here was one 

 who, feeling the torment of the torniquet, had loo- 

 it, and was gradually sinking. 'I'here was the hasty 

 of lempcr cursing his fate, and wijiiing to be revenged. 

 The roar of the guns thundered over our heads; the 

 ship trembled with the continual firing, whilst the 

 loud cheers of the crevv, as the enemy showed an 

 ensign only to strike it immediately, lighted up the 

 countenance of the admiral, who would brighten wilh 

 hope although nearly crushed by pain. 



We carried Nelson over hca})S of the wounded: a 

 dead silence took place when we got to the cock- 

 pit, and every eye was turned towards us to see whom 

 we were bringing. We placed him on a purser's 

 mattress which was spre«'id on the deck, he vas im- 

 mediately stripped, and looked like a skeleton vviih 

 the skin over it. I always wondered how so weak a 

 frame could inclose so great a heart.— By the side of 

 Nelson was placed young Westphall, he was wounded 

 on the head. I rolled up Nelson's coat and placed it 

 nnder the youngster, the blood flowed freely, and 

 becoming coagulated, the bullion of the epaulette 

 adhered to the mass. When Westphall was removed 

 after Nelson's death, we were obliged to cut the bul- 

 lion off, and this, as every relic of Nelson, was de- 

 servedly prized. It was claimed by Pas^coe, who had 

 it set as a brooch, encircled by the words, ** England 

 expects every man will do his duty." Long may 

 Pascoe live to wear it ! He was wounded, but he 

 never complained — he bore his pain without a groan, 

 but when he heard Nelson was killed, he burst into 

 tears, and cried like a child. 



I'eattie eame— *' It is useless," said Nelson, in a faint 

 tone of voice, — ** It is useless, Beattie ! yoii can do no- 

 thing forme; 1 feel it in my back ; 1 feel a gush of 

 blood every moment in my breast. Go, Beattie, go 

 to those to whoui you may be useful 1" 



