Lord NELSON now desired Mr. CHEVALIER, his Steward, to turn him upon his right side; which being effected, HIS LORDSHIP said:  “I wish I had not left the deck, for I shall soon be gone.”  He afterwards became very low; his breathing was oppressed, and his voice faint.  He said to Doctor SCOTT, “Doctor, I have not been a great sinner;” and after a short pause, “Remember, that I leave Lady HAMILTON and my Daughter HORATIA as a legacy to my Country:  and,” added he, “never forget HORATIA.”  His thirst now increased; and he called for “Drink, drink,” “Fan, fan,” and “Rub, rub:”  addressing himself in the last case to Doctor SCOTT, who had been rubbing HIS LORDSHIP’S breast with his hand, from which he found some relief.  These words he spoke in a very rapid manner, which rendered his articulation difficult:  but he every now and then, with evident increase of pain, made a greater effort with his vocal powers, and pronounced distinctly these last words:  “Thank GOD, I have done my duty;” and this great sentiment he continued to repeat as long as he was able to give it utterance.

HIS LORDSHIP became speechless in about fifteen minutes after Captain HARDY left him.  Doctor SCOTT and Mr. BURKE, who had all along sustained the bed under his shoulders (which raised him in nearly a semi-recumbent posture, the only one that was supportable to him), forbore to disturb him by speaking to him; and when he had remained speechless about five minutes, HIS LORDSHIP’S Steward went to the Surgeon, who had been a short time occupied with the wounded in another part of the cockpit, and stated his apprehensions that HIS LORDSHIP was dying.  The Surgeon immediately repaired to him, and found him on the verge of dissolution.  He knelt down by his side, and took up his hand; which was cold, and the pulse gone from the wrist.  On the Surgeon’s feeling his forehead, which was likewise cold, HIS LORDSHIP opened his eyes, looked up, and shut them again.  The Surgeon again left him, and returned to the wounded who required his assistance; but was not absent five minutes before the Steward announced to him that “he believed HIS LORDSHIP had expired.”  The Surgeon returned, and found that the report was but too well founded:  HIS LORDSHIP had breathed his last, at thirty minutes past four o’clock; at which period Doctor SCOTT was in the act of rubbing HIS LORDSHIP’S breast, and Mr. BURKE supporting the bed under his shoulders,[17]

Thus died this matchless Hero, after performing, in a short but brilliant and well-filled life, a series of naval exploits unexampled in any age of the world.  None of the sons of Fame ever possessed greater zeal to promote the honour and interest of his King and Country; none ever served them with more devotedness and glory, or with more successful and important results.  His character will for ever cast a lustre over the annals of this nation, to whose enemies his very name was a terror.  In the battle off CAPE ST. VINCENT,