"Oh, no!" he replied, "it is impossible.

My back is shot through.

Beatty will tell you so." Captain Hardy then, once more, shook hands with him; and, with a heart almost bursting, hastened upon deck.
By this time all feeling below the breast was gone; and Nelson, having made the surgeon ascertain this, said to him: "You know I am gone, I know it.

I feel something rising in my breast,"-- putting his hand on his left side,--"which tells me so." And upon Beatty's inquiring whether his pain was very great, he replied, "So great, that he wished he was dead.

Yet," said he, in a lower voice, "one would like to live a little longer too!" And after a few minutes, in the same under tone, he added--"What would become of poor Lady Hamilton, if she knew my situation!" Next to his country she occupied his thoughts.