But he became impatient to see Captain Hardy; and as that officer, though often sent for, could not leave the deck, Nelson feared that some fatal cause prevented him, and repeatedly cried, "Will no one bring Hardy to me?
He must be killed! He is surely dead!" An hour and ten minutes elapsed from the time when Nelson received his wound before Hardy could come to him.

They shook hands in silence, Hardy in vain struggling to repress the feelings of that most painful and yet sublimest moment.

"Well, Hardy," said Nelson, "how goes the day with us ?"--"Very well," replied Hardy; "ten ships have struck, but five of the van have tacked, and show an intention to bear down upon the VICTORY, I have called two or three of our fresh ships round, and have no doubt of giving them a drubbing."-- "I hope," said Nelson, "none of our ships have struck ?" Hardy answered, "There was no fear of that." Then, and not till then, Nelson spoke of himself.

"I am a dead man, Hardy," said he: "I am going fast: it will be all over with me soon.
Come nearer to me.

Let my dear Lady Hamilton have my hair, and all other things belonging to me." Hardy observed that he hoped Mr.Beatty could yet hold out some prospect of life.