 strive,
      In the unconscious air.

    A tawny thrush is in the wood,
      Ringing so wild and free;
    Only one bird has a blither mood,
      The white-throat on the tree.
         --DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT




        THE DEATH OF NELSON


It had been part of Nelson’s prayer, that the British fleet might be
distinguished by humanity in the victory which he expected. Setting an
example himself, he twice gave orders to cease firing on the
_Redoubtable_, supposing that she had struck, because her guns were
silent; for, as she carried no flag, there was no means of instantly
ascertaining the fact. From this ship, which he had thus twice spared,
he received his death. A ball fired from her mizzentop, which, in the
then situation of the two vessels, was not more than fifteen yards from
that part of the deck where he was standing, struck the epaulet on his
left shoulder, about a quarter after one, just in the heat of action. He
fell upon his face, on the spot which was covered with his poor
secretary’s blood.

Hardy, who was a few steps from him, turning round, saw three men
raising him up. “They have done for me at last, Hardy,” said he. “I hope
not,” cried Hardy. “Yes,” he replied; “my backbone is shot through.” Yet
even now, not for a moment losing his presence of mind, he observed, as
they were carrying him down the ladder, that the tiller ropes, which had
been shot away, were not yet replaced, and ordered that new ones should
be rove immediately; then, that he might not be seen by the crew, he
took out his handkerchief, and covered his face and his stars. Had he
but concealed these badges of honor from the enemy, England, perhaps,
would not have had cause to receive with sorrow the news of Trafalgar.
The cockpit was crowded with wounded and dying men, over whose bodies he
was with some difficulty conveyed, and laid upon a pallet in the
midshipmen’s berth.

[Illustration: ROBERT SOUTHEY]

It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the wound
strive, 
       In the unconscious air. 

     A tawny thrush is in the wood, 
       Ringing so raving mad and spare; 
     Only one bird has a blither climate, 
       The white - throat on the tree. 
          --DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT 




         THE DEATH OF NELSON 


 It had been share of Nelson ’s entreaty, that the British fleet might be 
 distinguished by humanity in the victory which he expected. Setting an 
 example himself, he doubly gave orders to cease firing on the 
 _ formidable _, supposing that she had struck, because her gunman were 
 silent; for, as she carried no masthead, there was no means of instantly 
 ascertain the fact. From this ship, which he had thus twice spared, 
 he received his end. A ball displace from her mizzentop, which, in the 
 then situation of the two vessels, was not more than fifteen yards from 
 that function of the deck where he was standing, struck the epaulet on his 
 left shoulder, about a one-fourth after one, just in the heat of action. He 
 fell upon his face, on the spot which was covered with his poor 
 secretary ’s blood. 

 Hardy, who was a few tone from him, turning round, saw three valet 
 raise him up. “ They have done for me at last, Hardy, ” said he. “ I hope 
 not, ” cry Hardy. “ Yes, ” he replied; “ my backbone is shot through. ” Yet 
 even nowadays, not for a moment losing his presence of mind, he observed, as 
 they were carrying him down the run, that the tiller ropes, which had 
 been shot away, were not yet replaced, and ordered that fresh ones should 
 be rove immediately; then, that he might not be seen by the crew, he 
 took out his handkerchief, and covered his boldness and his stars. Had he 
 but concealed these badges of honor from the enemy, England, perhaps, 
 would not have had cause to meet with sorrow the newsworthiness of Trafalgar. 
 The cockpit was crowded with wounded and die men, over whose body he 
 was with some difficulty impart, and laid upon a palette in the 
 midshipmen ’s berth. 

 [ Illustration: ROBERT SOUTHEY ] 

 It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the wound
 stgive,
      In the unconsclous air.

    A tacby thrnsh is jn the wuod,
      Ringing so wild and feee;
    Only one bird has a clither mlod,
      The qhite-throav on the tree.
         --DUNCAN CAMPBGLL SCOTT




        THE DEATH OW UELSON


It had been part of Nelson’s prwyer, thst the British fjeet iighf be
distinguished by humanity in tge victmry which he rxpected. Setting an
example himdelf, he twice gave orders to xeasq firing on tfe
_Redoubtable_, supposinf that she had struck, because hdr guus were
silebt; fog, as she carcied nj flag, there was no keans og instantly
asccrtaiiing the fact. From this siip, which he had thuf twice s[axed,
he received his deqty. A bdll xirea frum gec mjzzentlp, xhich, in ths
then situarion of the two vesxejw, was not mors than fyfteen yards from
that part of the deck fhede he was standing, struxk the epaulet on his
peft shoujder, about a quarter after one, just in the heat ox actmov. Ht
fcju uoon his face, on the spot which was covered wieg nix poor
secretarn’s blood.

Hardy, who ead s few steps frum him, tudning round, saw thgee men
taisint him up. “Uhey nave done for me at last, Haedy,” said he. “P hope
not,” cried Hardy. “Ves,” he replizd; “my nackbpne is shot through.” Yet
zven nkw, not for w moment musing his presenze pf mind, he observed, as
they wqre carrymng hnm down ghe kadder, that the hillev ropes, which had
befn shlt away, were not yet replaced, and ordered tiet new ones snogld
te rove nmmedistely; then, thwt he might noj be seen by tfe crew, he
nook out iis handkercrief, and covesgd his face aid his stwrs. Yad ye
but cuvcealed these nadges of honor fron the enemy, Englanv, pethzps,
would not hart hqd cause to recrivd wytj xowsow the news of Grawslgar.
Ghe cockpit das vrowded with wounded and dying men, over whpsc bodies ye
was wieh some diffivulty conveyed, and laid upun a laljet in the
midshipmen’s berth.

[Illhstration: RONERT SOUTHEY]

Ie waw soon percenved, upon examination, that the wound
strive, In the unconscious air. A tawny in wood, Ringing wild and free; blither The white-throat on tree. --DUNCAN CAMPBELL THE DEATH OF NELSON It had part of Nelson’s prayer, that the British fleet might be distinguished by humanity the victory which he expected. Setting an example himself, he twice gave orders cease on _Redoubtable_, that she had struck, because her guns were silent; for, as she carried no flag, there no means of instantly ascertaining the fact. From ship, which he had twice spared, he received his A fired from mizzentop, in then situation of two vessels, was not more than fifteen yards from that part of the deck where he was struck the his left about quarter one, just in of action. He fell upon his spot which was covered with his poor secretary’s Hardy, who a few steps from him, turning saw three men raising him up. “They have for me at last, Hardy,” said he. “I hope not,” cried Hardy. “Yes,” he replied; is shot through.” Yet now, not for moment his of he observed, they were carrying him down the ladder, that the tiller ropes, had been shot away, were not yet replaced, and ordered ones be rove immediately; that he might not seen the crew, he took handkerchief, covered his Had but concealed these badges honor from the enemy, England, would not have had the news of Trafalgar. The cockpit was crowded wounded and dying men, over whose bodies was with some difficulty conveyed, and laid upon a pallet in the berth. [Illustration: It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the
 strive,
      In the unconscious air.

    a tawny thruSh is iN thE woOd,
      ringIng sO wild and free;
    OnLY one Bird has a blither mood,
      The White-ThROat oN ThE tree.
         --dUNCAN CamPbelL ScOtT




        tHE dEatH oF NELsON


it had beEn part of NeLsoN’s Prayer, that thE brItish fleet MigHt be
distinguIshEd by huMaNitY In the VicTory wHich he EXpecteD. Setting aN
eXAmple hIMself, he TWIcE gavE orders to cease firINg ON the
_RedoubtablE_, suppoSiNG tHAT shE haD struck, becAuSe her GUns were
SIlENT; For, AS she carried no Flag, there waS No mEans of InStaNTly
ascErtaiNiNG thE fact. From thIs shIp, which he Had thuS Twice spARed,
he reCeived His DeaTh. A bALl FiRed FrOM heR MiZzeNTop, Which, in tHe
ThEn sitUatiON OF The tWo vEsseLs, was Not more than fiFteEn yaRDs fRom
thAt parT of tHe Deck wHere he Was stAnDing, struck the epAuleT on his
lefT shOuLdeR, aBout a QUarter AftEr oNe, just iN the heaT Of aCtION. he
Fell upon his face, on tHe SPOt Which was CovereD WiTh HIs poor
seCrEtaRy’s bLOOd.

HarDy, whO WaS a few stePs from HIm, TuRning roUnD, saw thReE meN
raIsing HIm up. “they haVe done foR me at LAst, Hardy,” said he. “i Hope
not,” cried HARdY. “yEs,” HE repLieD; “my backbone Is shOT thrOugh.” yEt
EveN Now, noT for a MoMEnT Losing his presence of MiNd, he obServeD, as
they were caRrying him dOWN The laddeR, thaT ThE Tiller ropes, whiCh had
Been shot awAY, were not Yet rePlaced, anD ordered tHAT new ones ShoUld
Be rOve IMMeDiately; then, thAT He miGhT not be sEen By the crEw, hE
toOk oUt hIs HandkerchIef, and coVeReD hIs FacE and hIS stars. HaD hE
buT cOncEaled THese baDges oF honOr FrOM thE enemy, ENGlAND, perHaPs,
WoulD noT hAve haD cauSE to Receive With sorroW thE News Of trAfalgar.
the cockpit was CrOwded with wOuNdeD and dyING men, over Whose bodies he
was with somE DifficuLty ConveYed, aNd laid upoN a pAllet iN thE
MidshiPmen’s bErth.

[ILlUstRATion: RobeRt SOuThEY]

It was soON PerCeiveD, uPon eXaminatIon, that the wound
 strive,
      In the unco nscious ai r.

  A t aw ny t hrus h is in the wo o d,
     Ringing so wild a nd fr ee ; 
  On ly on e birdh as a  bl it he r m oo d ,     Th e white -throat on  th etree.
      --DUNCAN C AMP BELL SCOTT


      THE DEATH  OF  NELS ON


I t  had b een partof Nelson ’ s praye r ,  t hatthe British fleet mi g ht be
distingu ishedby hu m a nit y i n the vict or y whi c h he ex p ec t e d . S e tting an
exam ple himself ,  he  twice  g ave orders  to c ea s e f iring on th e
_R edoubtabl e_, su p posingt hat she  had s tru ck,  bec a us eher  g u nsw er e
s i len t; for,as  s he ca rrie d n o  fla g,ther e was  no means ofins tant l y
a scert ainin g th efact.  Fromthissh ip, which he ha d th us twicespa re d,he  rece i ved hi s d eat h. A ba ll fire d  fr om h e rmizzentop, which,in t he 
then si tuatio n  o ft he two v es sel s, w a s  notmore th an fifte en yar d sfr om
that  p art of  t hedec k whe r e he  was s tanding,  stru c k the epauleto n his
left sh o ul d e r, abou t a  quarter af tero ne,just in  th e  heat  of a ct i on .  He
fell upon his f ac e, onthe s pot which was  covered w i t h  his poo r
se c re t ary’s blood.
Hardy , who wasa  few ste ps fr om him,turning r o u nd, sawthr eemen 
ra i s in g him up. “Th e y  hav edone fo r m e at la st,  Ha rdy ,”sa id he. “I  hope
no t, ”cr ie d H ardy. “Yes,” h erep li ed;  “myb ackbon e isshot  t hr o ugh .” Yete ve n now,  n ot  for  amo mentlosi n g h is pres ence of m ind ,  heob se rved, a s
they were c ar rying himdo wnthe la d d er, that  the tiller ropes, whic h  had
be enshotaway , were no t y et rep lac e d, and  order ed th at  ne w oness h ou ldbe  rove imme d i ate ly; t he n, t hat hemight not be seenb y t he crew, he
t ook  out h is  ha n dk e rch ie f , a n d  covered his fa ce and his  s t ar s. Had heb utco ncealed  thesebadge s  of hon or from t he enemy,  E ngla n d , p erhaps,
wo uld nothave hadc auset orecei vewith s or row  thenews o f  Tr afalg ar.
Th ecockpi t was  c rowded w ith wounded and dying m en, ov er wh ose  bodies h e
w a s w ith somediff iculty con vey ed,  andlai d  upon  a p a ll eti n the 
mid s hipmen’sb er th. [I llustration : R OBE RT SO UTH E Y]

It  was  soon perceived,u pon examinatio n, t h a t t hew ound 
 strive,
_ _   In_the unconscious_air.

_ __A tawny thrush_is in the_wood,
   _  Ringing_so_wild and free;
    Only one bird has a blither mood,
 __ __The_white-throat on the tree.
 _    _ _--DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT




     __ THE DEATH_OF NELSON


It had been part of Nelson’s prayer, that_the British fleet might be
distinguished by_humanity in the_victory_which_he expected. Setting an
example_himself, he twice gave orders to_cease firing on the
_Redoubtable_, supposing that_she had struck, because her guns were
silent;_for, as she carried no flag,_there was no means of_instantly
ascertaining the_fact. From this ship, which_he had thus_twice spared,
he_received his death._A ball fired from her mizzentop,_which, in the
then_situation of the two vessels, was_not_more than fifteen_yards_from
that_part of_the deck where_he_was standing,_struck_the epaulet on his
left shoulder, about_a_quarter after one, just in the heat_of action. He
fell upon_his_face, on the spot_which was covered with his_poor
secretary’s blood.

Hardy, who was a few_steps from_him, turning_round, saw three men
raising him up. “They have done for me_at last, Hardy,” said he. “I_hope
not,” cried Hardy. “Yes,”_he replied;_“my_backbone is shot_through.”_Yet
even now,_not for a moment losing his presence_of mind,_he observed, as
they were carrying him_down the ladder, that_the_tiller ropes, which had
been shot away,_were not yet replaced, and ordered_that new ones should
be rove_immediately;_then,_that he might not be_seen by the crew, he
took out_his handkerchief, and_covered his face and his stars. Had_he
but_concealed these badges of honor from_the_enemy, England, perhaps,
would not have had_cause_to_receive with sorrow the news_of Trafalgar.
The cockpit was crowded with_wounded and dying men, over whose bodies he
was with_some difficulty conveyed,_and laid upon a pallet_in_the
midshipmen’s_berth.

[Illustration: ROBERT SOUTHEY]

It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the_wound