buried by his parents, unless it should please the king to order otherwise. "Kiss me, Hardy," said he. Hardy knelt down, and kissed his cheek; and Nelson said, "Now I am satisfied. Thank God, I have done my duty!"

15. Hardy stood over him in silence for a moment or two, then knelt again, and kissed his forehead. "Who is that?" said Nelson; and being informed, he replied, "God bless you, Hardy!" And Hardy then left himfor ever. Nelson now desired to be turned upon his right side, and said, "I wish I had not left the deck; for I shall soon be gone."

16. Death was indeed rapidly approaching. His articulation now became difficult; but he was distinctly heard to say, "Thank God, I have done my duty!" These words he repeatedly pronounced, and they were the last words he uttered. He expired at thirty minutes after four-three hours and a quarter after he had received his wound.

NELSON AT TRAFALGAR.

AS TOLD BY AN OLD MAN-O'-WAR'S-MAN.

sapph-ire, a bright precious

stone.

132-bow, in front, towards the

direction in which the wind
is blowing.

Black-wood, the captain who

came to Nelson for orders. Frank-lin, Sir John Franklin, who was lost in the Arctic expedition.

1. When our brave Nelson went to meet

Trafalgar's judgment day,

The people knelt down in the street,
To bless him on his way.

He felt the country of his love
Watching him from afar;

It saw him through the battle move,
His heaven was in that star.

2. Magnificently glorious sight,
It was in that great dawn!
Like one vast sapphire flashing light,
The sea, just breathing, shone.
Their ships fresh painted stood up
And stately; ours were grim

And weather-worn, but one and all
In rare good fighting trim.

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3. Brave Nelson's wasted face, wave-worn, Was beaming and serene;

I felt the brave bright spirit burn
There, all too plainly seen;

As though the sword this time was drawn
For ever from the sheath,
And when its work to-day was done,
All would be dark in death.

4. He smiled to see the Frenchman show His reckoning for retreat, With Cadiz port on his lee-bow,

And held him then half beat.

They showed no colours till we drew

Them out to strike with there;
Old "Victory" for a prize or two
Had flags enough to spare.

5. Mast high the famous signal ran, Breathless we caught each word: "England expects that every man Will do his duty." Oh!

You should have seen our faces! heard
Us cheering, row on row,

Like men before some furnace stirred
To a fiery fearful glow!

6. Good Collingwood our lee line led,
And cut their centre through.
"See how he goes in !" Nelson said,
As his first broadside flew,

And near four hundred foemen fell;
Up went another cheer,

"Ah, what would Nelson give," said Coll,
"To be but with us here!"

7. We grimly kept our vanward path,
Over us hummed their shot;
But silently we reined our wrath,
Held on and answered not,
Till we could grip them face to face,
And pound them for our own,
Or hug them in a war embrace
Till they or we went down.

8. How calm he was when first he felt
The sharp edge of that fight;
Cabined with God, alone he knelt,
And prayer still lay in light

Upon his face, that used to shine
In battle-flash with life,

As though the glorious blood ran wine,
Dancing with that wild strife.

9. "Fight for us, thou Almighty One,
Give victory once again;

And if I fall, Thy will be done,'

Amen! amen! amen!"

With such a voice he bade good-bye,

The mournfullest old smile wore ;
"Farewell, God bless you, Blackwood, I
Shall never see you more."

10. And four hours after he had done
With winds and troubled foam;
The reaper was borne dead upon
Our load of harvest home;
Not till he knew the old flag flew
Alone on all the deep;

Then said he, "Hardy, is that you?
Kiss me!" and fell asleep.

his way,

11. And so he went upon
A higher deck to walk ;

Or sit in some eternal day,
And of the old time talk

With sailors old who, on that coast,
Welcome the homeward bound:
Where many a gallant soul we've lost-
And Franklin will be found.

1. Since the sun rose yesterday morning, all English-speaking people, nay, all reading people of every tongue throughout the world, have sustained a grievous loss. Charles Dickens is no more. Like the other great novelist of the present generation, he died in harness.

2. Thackeray found dead in his bed at

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