and that no British ship had yielded, he turned to speak of himself—' I am a dead man, Hardy! I am going fast. It will soon be all over with me.' Hardy hoped that there was yet a chance of recovery. 'O no! it is impossible. I feel something rising in my breast that tells me so.' Captain Hardy having been again on deck, returned at the end of an hour, to his dying friend. He could not tell, in the confusion, the exact number of allies that had surrendered; but there were at least fifteen; for the other ships had followed the admiral's into action, breaking the enemy's line and engaging closely to leeward, in the same gallant style as the Victory and Sovereign. Nelson answered, that is well, but I bargained for twenty.' And his wish was prophetic; he had not miscalculated the superiority of his followers; twenty actually surrendered. Having ordered the fleet to anchor, he again spoke of himself. 'Don't throw me overboard. Kiss me Hardy!' Hardy knelt down and obeyed in silence. 'Now I am satisfied; I thank God I have done my duty.' Hardy kissed him again, received the blessing, and then took leave of him for ever." "The most triumphant death is that of the martyr; the most awful, that of the martyred patriot; the most splendid, that of the hero in the hour of victory; and if the chariot and the horses of fire had been vouchsafed for Nelson's translation, he could scarcely have departed in a brighter blaze of glory. He has left us, not indeed his mantle of inspiration, but a name and an example, which are at this hour inspiring thousands of the youth of England: a name which is our pride, and an example which will continue to be our shield and our strength." SOUTHEY'S Life of Nelson. Stop:-for thy tread is on an Empire's dust! There was a sound of revelry by night! Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, But hush! hark; a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! * The Duke of Wellington was with his officers in Brussels, when he heard that the French were advancing. He prepared for the battle, which was fought June 18, 1815. Did you not hear it ?-No; 'twas but the wind, No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Within a window'd niche of that high hall And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, Rous'd up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! they come, they come !" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, The midnight brought the signal sound of strife- The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent, The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover-heap'd and pent, Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one red burial blent! BYRON. Standing on the Table Rock, a magnificent amphitheatre of cataracts burst upon my view with appalling suddenness and majesty. However, in a moment the scene was concealed from my eyes by a dense cloud of spray, which involved me so completely that I did not dare to extricate myself. A mingled and thundering rushing filled my ears. I could see nothing except when the wind made a chasm in the spray, and then tremendous cataracts seemed to encompass me on every side; while below a raging and foaming gulf of undiscoverable extent, lashed the rocks with its hissing waves; and swallowed, under a horrid obscurity, the smoking floods that were precipitated into its bosom. Proceeding down the river nearly half a mile, I came to a chasm in which was a spiral staircase, about eighty feet in perpendicular height: at the bottom a narrow slippery path leads to the bottom of the Great Fall. The impending cliffs, hung with a profusion of trees and bushwood, over-arch this road, and seem to vibrate with the thunders of the cataract. In some places they rise abruptly to the height of one hundred feet, and display upon their surfaces fossil shells, and the organic remains of a former world; thus sublimely leading the mind to contemplate the |