past six, the sun in the horizon, the firing commenced.  At five minutes past ten, when L’Orient blew up, having burnt seventy minutes, the six van ships had surrendered.  I then pressed forward, towards the rear; and, had it pleased God, that I had not been wounded, and stone-blind, there cannot be a doubt but that every ship would how have been in our possession.  But, here, let it not be supposed, that any officer is to blame.  No; on my honour, I am satisfied each did his very best!  I have never, before, my lord, detailed the action to any one; but I should have thought it wrong, to have kept it from one who is our great master in naval tactics and bravery.  May I presume to present my very best respects to Lady Howe, and to Lady Mary; and to beg that your lordship will believe me, ever, your most obliged

     “Nelson.”

This was a rich repayment to the venerable and illustrious earl, of the exalted praise which he had so liberally transmitted our hero:  praise which, however excessive, could scarcely be, on either side, too much.

On the following day, the 9th, an opportunity occurs to exhibit our incomparable hero in a new and most amiable light; the irresistible Christian advocate of humanity, pleading for the emancipation of Mahometan captives from slavery.

The ambassador, and his suite, from the Grand Signior, who had arrived at Naples, and were now at Palermo, were about to take their departure; having long since fulfilled, as was formerly described, the object of their mission, by investing our hero with the Ottoman dignities.  Their return appears to have been delayed by the affairs of Naples, which would not sooner admit of a ship’s being spared for their conveyance to Constantinople.  The Bonne Citoyenne, however, commanded by Captain Nisbet, his lordship’s son-in-law, had now the honour of that service.  Accordingly, as Kelim Effendi, the Turkish ambassador, was passing, in a boat, to go on board the Bonne Citoyenne, near the Portuguese man of war, the Principe Real, then laying in the mole, several Moors and Turks called to him, from that ship, where they were confined as slaves.  The ambassador immediately sent to Lord Nelson, requesting his interference in procuring their liberty; and his lordship, with all that amiable humanity which so highly distinguished his character, immediately wrote as follows to the Marquis De Niza.

     “Palermo, Jan. 9th, 1799.

     “My dear marquis,

“You have some Turkish slaves on board.  I beg, as a friend—­as an English admiral—­as a favour to me, as a favour to my country—­that you will give me the slaves.  In doing this, you will oblige your faithful friend,

     “Nelson.”

The marquis very handsomely gave up, instantly, all the Moors and Turks he had oh board, twenty-five in number; and they were sent, by his lordship, to the Turkish ambassador, Secretary Kelim, who took them with him to Constantinople, blessing their noble benefactor.