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Lord Nelson now desired Mr. Chevalier, his steward, to turn him upon his right side; which being effected, his lordship said, "I wish I had not left the deck, for I shall soon be gone. afterwards became very low; his breathing was oppressed, and his He voice faint. He said to Dr. Scott, "Doctor, I have not been a great sinner:" and after a short pause "Remember, that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia, as a legacy to my country; and," added he, "never forget Horatia." His thirst now increased, and he called for "Drink, drink," "Fan, fan," and "Rub, rub;" addressing himself in the last case to Dr. Scott, who had been rubbing his lordship's breast with his hand, from which he found some relief. These words he spoke in a very rapid manner, which rendered his articulation difficult; but he every now and then, with evident increase of pain, made a greater effort with his vocal powers, and pronounced distinctly these last words "Thank God, I have done my duty;" and this great sentiment he continued to repeat as long as he was able to speak. His lordship became speechless in about fifteen minutes after Captain Hardy left him. Dr. Scott and Mr. Burke, who had all along sustained the bed under his shoulders (which raised him in nearly a semi-recumbent posture, the only one that was supportable to him), forbore to disturb him by speaking to him; and when he had remained speechless about five minutes, his lorship's steward went to the surgeon, who had been a short time occupied with the wounded in another part of the cockpit, and stated his apprehensions that his lordship was dying. The surgeon immediately repaired to him, and found him on the verge of dissolution. He knelt down by his side, and took up his hand, which was cold, and the pulse, gone from the wrist. On the surgeon's feeling his forehead, which was likewise cold, his lordship opened his eyes, looked up, and shut them again. The surgeon again left him, and returned to the wounded who required his assistance; but was not absent five minutes before the steward announced to him that "he believed his lordship had expired.' The surgeon returned, and found that the report was but too well founded; his lordship had breathed his last, at thirty minutes past four o'clock, at which period Dr. Scott was in the act of rubbing his lordship's breast, and Mr. Burke supporting the bed under his shoulders.*

"Who are they," says a celebrated ancient, "whom Homer delights to call men resembling gods?" Need we put this question to the modern scrutiniser into the capabilities of the soul,

In twenty minutes after the fatal shot had been fired, the Redoubtable struck, during which time she had been twice on fire. Prior to this there were only two men left in her tops-one of them, in a white frock, and glazed cocked hat, being the fellow who had slain Nelson. Two midshipmen (Collingwood and Pollard) continued (ring from the poop; and an old quarter-master, who had marked the destroyer of his beloved chieftam, pointed him out to them, but he was almost instantly shot through the mouth, and dropped dead. One of the men shot. by Pollard dropped soon afterwards in the poop (he was in the act of making his escape by the rigging); and he of the ignoble, yet most fatal hand, received a shot from each of the midshipmen and fell.

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when he looks upon and maps out the spirit of Nelson -the brave, the magnanimous, the pious, the affectionate, the beloved of his equals and subordinates, the star of emulation to his foes.; whose heart was as liberal as the air of heaven, abounding in excellence, and embracing a world; whom every man would have desired to call brother; than whom none was ever more passionately the love of woman! The answer is not with the lips, but with a sigh and a tear; for his triumph was the mortality of hope, and it bequeaths us the melancholy certainty that we shall never look upon his like again!

Nevertheless, ye who aspire to greatness be not backward to emulate, for the sprig only which forms a chaplet from that divine tree will be worthy an ovation. Battles of Great Britain, p. 170.

THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.

It was about midnight on Thursday, the 15th of June, 1815, the Duke of Wellington received at the Duchess of Richmond's ball, at Brussels, the second and positive information from Blucher that the French were advancing in their strength. After remaining abstracted a few minutes, and having apparently formed his decision, he gave his usual clear and concise orders to one of his staff officers, who immediately left the room, and was as gay and animated as ever; he staid supper, and then went home. But the word of battle had gone forth--the profound repose which reigned over Brussels was suddenly broken by the trumpet's call, and the roll of the drum from every part of the city. Regiment after regiment formed with the rapidity of thought, and marched out of the city-to glory and death. Sixteen leagues were to be traversed before they could meet their enemies.

On the 16th of June, Napoleon defeated Blucher, at Ligny, and forced him to retreat to Wavre, which compelled the Duke of Wellington to make a corresponding retrograde movement, in order to keep up a communication with the Prussians, and to retire on the 17th towards Waterloo, where, on the 18th-the ever to be remembered glorious 18th of June, 1815-the great battle was fought which gave peace to Europe, and added the crowning triumph to the arms of England.

After some skirmishing between the piquets, the French commenced the engagement about ten o'clock in the morning, on the Chateau of Hougoumont; it was taken and re-taken several times, being bravely defended by the English guards, who remained masters of the position; at the same time the French kept up a heavy cannonade against the whole line, and made repeated charges with heavy masses of cuirassiers, supported by close columns of infantry. They were received by the allies, formed into squares, and the artillery being skilfully planted told effectively. Despairing of mastering Hougoumont, the enemy made a desperate attack on La Haye, which was resolutely defended by the Scotch regiments and Hanoverians, but was carried at the point of the bayonet. Animated by this success, they renewed their efforts on the British centre, charges of infantry and

cavalry followed thick on each other, with astonishing pertinacity. In bringing up his division, the brave Sir Thomas Picton was shot through the head. A grand charge of British cavalry ensued, which for a moment swept everything before it, but assailed in its turn by masses of cuirassiers and Polish lancers, it was forced back, and in the melée Sir William Ponsonby, and other gallant officers, were slain.

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It was four o'clock-masters of La Haye, the French began to clear the ground in its rear towards St. Jean, and Wellington himself felt so hard pressed that he was heard to say, I wish to God night or Blucher would come." A cannonade was heard on the extreme left, it was the corps of Bulow, which had been kept back three hours in the passage of a defile. Against the new foe Napoleon dispatched Count Lobau, while he prepared, by one last effort, to overwhelm the British before effectual succour could reach them. At seven in the evening he brought forward the Imperial Guards, sustained by the best regiments of horse and foot, amid shouts of " Vive l' Empereur!" and flourishes of martial music. Some disorder, however, occuring in the columns as they advanced, owing to the eagerness of the movement, the British commander seized the favourable juncture, and promptly directed a counter charge. This was so unexpected that panic seized the advancing French, and almost before the bayonets crossed, these veteran warriors fled in confusion, despite of every effort of the gallant Ney to rally his flying bands. At the same moment the Prussians, who had arrived in full force, falling on the flank and rear of the enemy, completed the victory. Napoleon observing the recoil of his columns on all sides, and the remediless confusion around him, said, "Tout est perdu!" "Sauve qui peut!" and retreated across the fields. They were pursued by the victors till after dark, when the British, who had been under arms during the whole of the preceding tempestuous night, overcome with fatigue, halted, and left the farther pursuit to the Prussians. The task was well performed, and nothing could be more complete than the discomfiture of the routed army; all their camp equipage, artillery, and even the private carriage of Napoleon were abandoned.* Exclu

At the entrance of Genappe, Major Von Keller met the travelling carriage of Napoleon, with six horses. The postilion and the two leaders were killed by the bayonets of the Fusileers. The major then cut down the coachman, and forced open the doors of the carriage, of which he took possession, and afterwards brought to England. The carriage, from circumstances, is an object of great curiosity; it was built by Symonds, of Brussels, according to Buonaparte's order, for the campaign in Russia, in which he travelled and returned, the body being placed on a sledge; it is replete with personal conveniences, containing a gold and silver toilet service, including about seventy pieces; a large silver chronometer, a steel bedstead with merino mattrasses; a pair of pistols; a green velvet cap; a pair of spurs; linen and many other things for the convenience of travelling. There were also a diamond tiara, hat, sword, uniform, and an imperial mantle. This celebrated carriage now forms one of the many valuable and curious relics of Napoleon in the exhibition of Madame Tussaud and Sons, Baker-strect, Portman-square, where a sight of it cannot fail to interest a reflective mind, and afford a subject of contemplation on the reverses of its ambitiouз master, in so short a time; and well has it been said that his fortune and dynasty began to fade from the moment he entered it.

sive of the slaughter in and after the battle, 7,000 prisoners were taken. The loss of the allies was great; that of the British and Hanoverians alone amounted to 13,000. The British officers suffered severely two generals and four colonels fell in the field, and nine generals and five colonels were wounded; among them Lord Uxbridge, who had fought bravely, and was wounded with almost the last shot of the enemy. Such in its main circumstances was the Battle of Waterloo; the most gallant and scientifically contested, and the most important in its results.

At the commencement of the action the Duke of Wellington, on horseback, surrounded by his staff, stood on the high ground on the right of the high road from Brussels to Genappe. To say where he afterwards was is impossible; it would be more difficult to say where he was not; wherever his presence was most requisite he was to be found-he seemed to be everywhere present. Exposed to the hottest fire, in the most conspicuous position, he stood, reconnoitering with his glass, watching the enemy's manœuvres, and issuing orders with the most intrepid coolness, while balls and shells showered around him, and his staff officers fell wounded and dying by his side. Sir William de Lancey received the shot which occasioned his death while the duke was in close conversation with him; and many of his escapes seemed almost miraculous. In the whole of the contest he performed all the duties a military man could perform; he was general of division, commander of corps, and colonel of a regiment. He at times headed different regiments, and rallied them to the attack. His conduct in this great battle threw all his former actions into the shade; he never moved but in fire; and when the hottest charges were made by the enemy he threw himself into the hollow square that was charged. So tremendous were the dangers he braved, and so astonishing his escapes, that the hand of a protecting Providence seemed to have shielded him through the perils of that eventful day, to be the saviour of his country, and the conqueror of that inveterate foe who, during a long succession of years, had turned the whole force of his gigantic power to effect the ruin of England, but who, in his last attempt once more "to wade through slaughter to a throne," was destined to meet his final overthrow on that field from which he escaped with life, but with the loss of honour.

The names of ABOUKIR, MAIDA, VEMIERA, CORUNNA, TALAVERA, BARROSA, BUSACO, ALBUERA, SALAMANCA, and VITTORIA of ORTHES, the PYRENEES, TOULOUSE and, finally, of QUATRE BRAS, and WATERLOO, will proclaim to future times the deeds of British valour-deeds more like the tales of chivalry and romance, than the events of real life and of civilised ages. It was a day of gloryit was likewise a day of sorrow for Britain; if we triumph in it as the proudest, we must also mourn it as the most bloody of all the battles that she has fought or won. Those who had witnessed the most sanguinary contests of the Peninsular War declared they had never seen so terrible a carnage; and the Prus

sians acknowledged that even the battle of Leipsic was not to be compared to it. The dead could not be numbered; and by those who visited the dreadful field of glory and of death the day after the battle, the spectacle of horror that it exhibited can never be forgotten. 骼 Who can refuse a tribute of regret to the brave who have perished? What heart does not swell with gratitude to that gallant army whose heroic valour has raised their country to the highest pitch of glory, and to whom we are indebted? While other nations sank beneath the yoke of despotism, and basely crouched at the feet of the tyrant, England alone proudly defended her own rights-singly maintained the long and glorious contest, broke the spell which bound the kingdoms of Europe in ignominious slavery, and finally restored to the world PEACE, SECURITY, and INDEPENDENCE.

Wade's Chronology and Booth's Battle of Waterloo.

England be still, even to thy latest times,

The nurse of heroes and the scourge of crimes;
Still, may thy patriot sons, where'er they roam,
Diffuse abroad the rights they boast at home;
Still unseduc'd by glory's vain increase,

Make War thy pathway to the shrine of Peace;
Still guard the rights of Freemen against Slaves,

And rule with Heaven's approval-proudly rule the waves.

DEATH OF GEORGE III.

T. Moore.

His bodily health had continued good till within two or three months of his dissolution; but he had not enjoyed a lucid interval since the beginning of the regency, in 1811. His majesty's recollection of past events was exact, and occasional sketches of the persons and characters of his early ministers often formed the subject of his lonely soliloquies at Windsor. He had long been totally blind, and almost deaf; and from the aversion he had to any of his attendants rendering him personal assistance, his beard had been suffered to grow to an almost patriarchal length. Before his deafness he frequently amused himself at the harpsichord, and

*The mangled and lifeless bodics were even then stripped of every covering— everything of the smallest value was already carried off. The road between Waterloo and Brussels, which passes for nine miles through the thick shades of the forest of Soignies, was choaked up with scattered baggage, broken wagons, and dead horses. The heavy rains, and the great passage upon it, had rendered it #almost impassable, so that it was with extreme difficulty that the carriages containing the wounded could be brought along. The way was lined with unfortunate men who had crept from the field; and many, unable to go further, lay down and died. Holes dug by the road side served as their graves; and the road weeks after the battle was strewed with the tattered remains of their clothes and accoutrements. In every village and hamlet, on every road, in every part of the country, for thirty miles round, wounded soldiers were found wandering; the wounded Belgic and Dutch stragglers exerting themselves to the utmost to reach their homes. So great were the numbers of the wounded, that, notwithstanding the most active and unremitting exertions, the last were not removed from the field of battle into Brussels till the Thursday following, four days after the battle.

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