The Surgeon, finding it impossible to render his Lordship any further assistance, left him, to attend Lieutenant bligh, Messrs. Smith and WESTPHALL Midshipmen, and some Seamen, recently wounded.  Captain Hardy now came to the cockpit to see his Lordship a second time, which was after an interval of about fifty minutes from the conclusion of his first visit.  Before he quitted the deck, he sent Lieutenant Hills to acquaint Admiral Collingwood with the lamentable circumstance of Lord NELSON’S being wounded.[14]—­Lord Nelson and Captain Hardy shook hands again:  and while the Captain retained his LORDSHIP’S hand, he congratulated him even in the arms of Death on his brilliant victory; “which,” he said, “was complete; though he did not know how many of the Enemy were captured, as it was impossible to perceive every ship distinctly.  He was certain however of fourteen or fifteen having surrendered.”  His Lordship answered, “That is well, but I bargained for twenty:”  and then emphatically exclaimed, “Anchor, HARDY, anchor!” To this the Captain replied:  “I suppose, my Lord, Admiral COLLINGWOOD will now take upon himself the direction of affairs.”—­“Not while I live, I hope, HARDY!” cried the dying Chief; and at that moment endeavoured ineffectually to raise himself from the bed.  “No,” added he; “do you anchor, HARDY.”  Captain HARDY then said:  “Shall we make the signal, Sir?”—­“Yes,” answered HIS LORDSHIP; “for if I live, I’ll anchor."[15] The energetic manner in which he uttered these his last orders to Captain HARDY, accompanied with his efforts to raise himself, evinced his determination never to resign the command while he retained the exercise of his transcendant faculties, and that he expected Captain HARDY still to carry into effect the suggestions of his exalted mind; a sense of his duty overcoming the pains of death.  He then told Captain HARDY, “he felt that in a few minutes he should be no more;” adding in a low tone, “Don’t throw me overboard, HARDY.”  The Captain answered:  “Oh! no, certainly not.”—­“Then,” replied HIS LORDSHIP, “you know what to do:[16] and,” continued he, “take care of my dear Lady HAMILTON, HARDY; take care of poor Lady HAMILTON.  Kiss me, HARDY.”  The Captain now knelt down, and kissed his cheek; when HIS LORDSHIP said, “Now I am satisfied.  Thank GOD, I have done my duty.”  Captain HARDY stood for a minute or two in silent contemplation:  he then knelt down again, and kissed HIS LORDSHIP’S forehead.  HIS LORDSHIP said:  “Who is that?” The Captain answered:  “It is HARDY;” to which HIS LORDSHIP replied, “GOD bless you, HARDY!” After this affecting scene Captain HARDY withdrew, and returned to the quarter-deck, having spent about eight minutes in this his last interview with his dying friend.