NELSON. 117 



During my residence in London, the 

 funeral of the great Nelson took place; 

 and I may here mention, that my father 

 was the last person who shook hands 

 with the illustrious hero on English 

 ground, having accompanied him to the 

 Sallyport, and held an umbrella over his 

 head, on his embarcation from Ports- 

 mouth, prior to the fatal battle of Tra- 

 falgar. I had, with some friends of the 

 family, who had procured tickets, seen 

 the body lay in state at Whitehall, and 

 afterwards stood upon one of the sides of 

 the arch of Temple Bar, as the procession 

 passed under. 



I also frequented the theatres and other 

 places of amusement ; my father being in- 

 timate with the proprietor of Covent 

 Garden, and holding shares himself in 

 Drury Lane, I had many opportunities 

 of witnessing the performances of those 

 celebrated artists, Cooke, J. Kemble, and 

 Mrs. Siddons, in, I may say, all their 



