Sir Ed'ard, we must and shall beat the Northumberland.' "'I will do the utmost, my lord; get the engine to work on the sails--hang butts of water to the stays--pipe the hammocks down, and each man place shot in them--slack the stays, knock up the wedges, and give the masts play--start off the water, Mr.James, and pump the ship.' The Foudroyant is drawing a-head, and at last takes the lead in the chase.

'The admiral is working his fin, (the stump of his right arm,) do not cross his hawse, I advise you.' "The advice was good, for at that moment Nelson opened furiously on the quarter-master at the conn.

'I'll knock you off your perch, you rascal, if you are so inattentive .-- Sir Ed'ard, send your best quarter-master to the weather wheel.' "'A strange sail a-head of the chase!' called the look-out man.
"'Youngster, to the mast-head.

What! going without your glass, and be d----d to you?
Let me know what she is immediately.' "'A sloop of war, or frigate, my lord," shouted the young signal-midshipman.
"'Demand her number.' "'The Success, my lord.' "'Captain Peard; signal to cut off the flying enemy--great odds, though--thirty-two small guns to eighty large ones.' "'The Success has hove-to athwart-hawse of the Genereux, and is firing her larboard broadside.

The Frenchman has hoisted his tri-colour, with a rear-admiral's flag.' "'Bravo--Success, at her again!' "'She has wore round, my lord, and firing her starboard broadside.