brought just abaft, and rather below, the Victory’s main-yard, and of course not more than fifteen yards distant from that part of the deck where His Lordship stood.  The ball struck the epaulette on his left shoulder, and penetrated his chest.  He fell with his face on the deck.  Captain Hardy, who was on his right (the side furthest from the Enemy) and advanced some steps before His Lordship, on turning round, saw the Serjeant Major (Secker) of Marines with two Seamen raising him from the deck; where he had fallen on the same spot on which, a little before, his Secretary had breathed his last, with whose blood His LORDSHIP’s clothes were much soiled.  Captain Hardy expressed a hope that he was not severely wounded; to which the gallant Chief replied:  “They have done for me at last, Hardy.”—­“I hope not,” answered Captain Hardy.  “Yes,” replied His Lordship; “my backbone is shot through.”

Captain Hardy ordered the Seamen to carry the Admiral to the cockpit; and now two incidents occurred strikingly characteristic of this great man, and strongly marking that energy and reflection which in his heroic mind rose superior even to the immediate consideration of his present awful condition.  While the men were carrying him down the ladder from the middle deck, His Lordship observed that the tiller-ropes were not yet replaced; and desired one of the Midshipmen stationed there to go upon the quarter-deck and remind Captain Hardy of that circumstance, and request that new ones should be immediately rove.  Having delivered this order, he took his handkerchief from his pocket and covered his face with it, that he might be conveyed to the cockpit at this crisis unnoticed by the crew.

Several wounded Officers, and about forty men, were likewise earned to the Surgeon for assistance just at this time; and some others had breathed their last during their conveyance below.  Among the latter were Lieutenant William Andrew Ram, and Mr. Whipple Captain’s Clerk.  The Surgeon had just examined these two Officers, and found that they were dead,[12] when his attention was arrested by several of the wounded calling to him, “Mr. Beatty, Lord Nelson is here:  Mr. Beatty, the Admiral is wounded.”—­The Surgeon now, on looking round, saw the handkerchief fall from His LORDSHIP’s face; when the stars on his coat, which also had been covered by it, appeared.  Mr. Burke the Purser, and the Surgeon, ran immediately to the assistance of His Lordship, and took him from the arms of the Seamen who had carried him below.  In conveying him to one of the Midshipmen’s births, they stumbled, but recovered themselves without falling.  Lord Nelson then inquired who were supporting him; and when the Surgeon informed him, His Lordship replied, “Ah, Mr. Beatty! you can do nothing for me.  I have but a short