Even at this distance of time we cannot think with composure of this many-sided man declaring sadly that death had no terrors for him, and that he was ready to face the last great problem in the conflict which was to break the power at sea of the great conqueror on land.  He had not been long in the plenitude of domestic bliss before Captain Blackwood called one morning at five o’clock with dispatches sent by Collingwood for the Admiralty.  Nelson was already dressed, and in his quick penetrating way told him that “he was certain he brought news of the combined enemy’s fleet,” and, without waiting for an answer, exclaimed, “I think I shall have to beat them,” and subsequently added, “Depend upon it, Blackwood, I shall yet give M. Villeneuve a drubbing.”  The latter had slipped out of Ferrol and elusively made his way to Cadiz without having been seen by the British.  Nelson’s services were again requested by the Government, and eagerly given, though he declared that he was in need of more rest and that he had done enough.  But these were mere transient observations, probably to impress those with whom he talked or to whom he wrote with the importance of his position with the Cabinet, who now regarded him as indispensable, which was in reality quite true, though he was none the less proud of the high confidence they had in him and the popular approval their selection had with the public.  The phrase “Let the man trudge who has lost his budget” was mere bluff.  He wanted to go all the time, and would have felt himself grievously insulted had the Government regarded even his health unequal to so gigantic a task or suggested that a better man could be found.

Nelson, always hungering for approbation, slyly hinted that it would be a risky thing for the Government’s existence had they not placed full control of the fleet in his hands, so popular a hold had he on all classes of naval men and the entire public imagination.  Nelson was often exasperated by the dull ignorance of the Government as to how naval policy should be conducted, and by their combined irresolution and impatience at critical periods, when success depended upon his having a free hand to act as circumstances arose.  Of course, he took a free hand and never failed to succeed.  But he frequently complained that he laid himself open to be shot or degraded by doing so, and it is only one man in a century that is possessed of sufficient audacity to ignore the authority over him and with supreme skill to carry out his own plans.  In support of the views that were bound to be held by a man of Nelson’s calibre as to the qualities of some of his superiors in the Government who wished to impose upon him a definite line of action, we quote a letter written to Captain Keats, which has appeared in almost every life of Nelson that has been published.  It is pregnant with subtle contemptuous remarks which may be applied to the naval administration of the present time (March 1918).  It is not only a danger, but a crime, in the process of any war, but especially during the present, to gamble with the safety of the nation by neglecting to have at the head of a great department a man who has not only a genius for administrative initiative in this particular sphere but an unerring instinct to guide and grapple with its everyday perplexities.  It is colossal aptitude, not mechanicalness, that is needed.