It has winged her, my lord--her flying kites are flying away all together.' The enemy is close on the Success, who must receive her tremendous broadside.

The Genereux opens her fire on her little enemy, and every person stands aghast, afraid of the consequences.

The smoke clears away, and there is the Success, crippled, it is true, but, bull-dog like, bearing up after the enemy.
"'The signal for the Success to discontinue the action, and come under my stern,' said Lord Nelson; 'she has done well, for her size.

Try a shot from the lower-deck at her, Sir Ed'ard.' "'It goes over her.' "'Beat to quarters, and fire coolly and deliberately at her masts and yards.' "Le Genereux at this moment opened her fire on us; and, as a shot passed through the mizen stay-sail, Lord Nelson, patting one of the youngsters on the head, asked him jocularly how he relished the music; and observing something like alarm depicted on his countenance, consoled him with the information, that Charles XII.

ran away from the first shot he heard, though afterwards he was called 'The Great,' and deservedly, from his bravery.