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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 suppress 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. "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 going-I know not. 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,

silent; for, as she carried no flag, there was no means of instantly ascertaining the fact. From this ship, which he had thus twice spared, he received his death. A ball fired from her mizen-top, which, in the then situation of the two vessels, was not more than fifteen yards from that part of the deck where he was standing, struck the epaulette on his left shoulder, about a quarter after one, just in the heat of the action. He fell upon his face on the spot, which was covered with his poor Secretary's blood. Hardy, who was a few steps from him, turning round, saw three men raising him up. "They have done for me at last, Hardy,' said he,I hope not," cried Hardy. "Yes," he replied, "my backbone is shot through." Yet even now, not for a moment losing his presence of mind, he observed, as they were carrying him down the ladder, that the tiller ¡ropes, which had been shot away, were not yet replaced, and ordered that new ones should be rove immediately; then, that he might not be seen by the crew, he took out his handkerchief, and covered his face and his stars.-Had he but concealed these badges of honour from the enemy, England perhaps would not have had cause to receive with sorrow the news of the battle of Trafalgar. The cockpit was crowded with wounded and dying men; over whose bodies he was with some difficulty conveyed, and laid upon a pallet in the midshipmen's berth. It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the wound was mortal. This, however, was concealed from all, except Captain Hardy, the chaplain, and the medical attendants. He himself being certain, from the sensation in his back, one would like to live a little longer and the gush of blood he felt momentoo!" And after a few minutes, in the tarily in his breast, that no human care same under tone, he added, "What could avail him, insisted that the surgeon would become of poor Lady Hamilton if should leave him, and attend to those to she knew my situation ?" Next to his whom he might be useful. "For," said country she occupied his thoughts. Caphe, "you can do nothing for me.' All tain Hardy, some fifty minutes after he that could be done was to fan him with had left the cockpit, returned, and again paper, and frequently to give him lemon- taking the hand of his dying friend and ade to alleviate his intense thirst. He commander, congratulated him on having was in great pain, and expressed much obtained a complete victory. How many anxiety for the event of the action, which of the enemy were taken he did not know, now began to declare itself. As often as it was impossible to perceive them disas a ship struck the crew of the Victory tinctly, but fourteen or fifteen at least. huzzaed; and at every huzza à visible "That's well," cried Nelson, "but I expression of joy gleamed in the eyes and bargained for twenty.' And then, in a marked the countenance of the dying stronger voice, he said, " Anchor, Hardy hero. But he became impatient to see -anchor.' Hardy, upon this, hinted Captain Hardy, and as that officer, that Admiral Collingwood would take though often sent for, could not leave upon himself the direction of affairs.the deck, Nelson feared that some fatal "Not while I live, Hardy," said the cause prevented him, and repeatedly dying Nelson, ineffectually endeavouring cried, "Will no one bring Hardy to to raise himself from the bed; "Do you me? He must be killed! He is surely anchor." His previous order for pre

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paring to anchor had shown how clearly he foresaw the necessity of this. Presently calling Hardy back, he said to him in a low voice, "Don't throw me overboard;" and he desired that he might be buried by his parents, unless it should please the king to order otherwise. Then, reverting to private feelings, "Take care of my dear Lady Hamilton, Hardy take care of poor Lady Hamilton. Kiss me, Hardy," said he. Hardy knelt down, and kissed his cheek, and Nelson said, "Now I am satisfied. Thank God! I have done my duty."-Hardy stood over him in silence for a moment or two, then knelt again and kissed his forehead. "Who is that?" said Nelson; and being informed, he replied, "God bless you, Hardy," and Hardy then left him for ever. Nelson now desired to be turned upon his right side, and said, "I wish I had not left the deck, for I shall soon be gone." Death was, indeed, rapidly approaching. He said to the chaplain, "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." His articulation now became difficult, but he was distinctly heard to say, "Thank God! I have done my duty!" These words he repeatedly pronounced, and they were the last words which he uttered. He expired at thirty minutes after four-three hours and a quarter after he had received his wound.

The third Quarterly Report of the proceedings for promoting Co-operative Knowledge.

Ar various periods, and by different persons, systems have been proposed to benefit and ameliorate the conditions of the working classes; but none that have been hitherto promulgated appear to have taken such firm hold of the public mind, or to offer so many advantages as that of Co-operation; the avowed aim of which is to counteract the evils experienced amongst almost every class of artizans, from causes into which it is not our business or purpose to enter.

The grand principle of this (we think beneficial) system, which is now widely extending itself throughout the kingdom, and even to foreign parts, is that of interchange; or the exchange of one man's production, whether " an article of use or pleasure," according to the time taken in its manufacture (labour being the standard of value) for that of another, for which the workman is to receive a fair remuneration, and all the profits accruing from his individual exertions. The produce of every artisan is

proposed to be sold at the general mart of the association to the members of the society only; and the trading profit of about 10 per cent, is to be apportioned to form a general fund for division among themselves at stated periods; so that it will be seen that a community formed of fifty persons will be able, not only to employ themselves fully at a fair rate of wages, but receive the entire profits of their industry.

Were our sheet of larger size, we might be tempted to give more fully the nature of this salutary system, which, if acted upon to a very great extent, will not only improve the pecuniary condition of the working classes, but materially tend to better their moral and intellectual state, as the plan is not limited to merely furnishing labour, it also combines with it the formation of a library, a museum, a common room of assembly for lectures, &c. and the purchase of philosophical, mathematical, and musical instruments; or indeed any ofher articles that can conduce to the information or enjoyment of society.

A full account of the progress and prospects of the co-operation system will be found in the report which gives title to our article, and in a well written essay upon "The Rise, Course, and Uses of Co-operation,"* to which we refer our readers.

Fine Arts.

Landscape Illustrations to the Waverly Novels. C. Tilt, London.

and there can be no doubt of its success. THE design of this work is excellent, It professes to give views of those ro mantic spots in England, Scotland, and Wales, which, exclusive of their own beauty, have received additional interest in being described by the graphic pen of Scott. The present number contains four views, executed in the first style, namely: The craggy shores and rugged peaks of Arran; Doune Castle, once the abode of the Earls of Menteith; Penrith, famed for the struggles which took place there in the reigus of the third Edward and the second Richard, when the hardy Scot disputed its possession with the English, and the romantic Windermere. It will be scarcely necessary to speak of the excellence of these views, when we mention that the drawings are by W. Daniel, R.A., T. D. Harding, P. Dewint, and W. Westall, A.R.A., and that the engravings are executed by the masterly hands of the Findens.

C. Strange, or the Co-operative Bazaar.

BRITISH INSTITUTION.

For the Olio.

No. 346. The Weekly Register. H. Liversiege.-A worthy son of Crispin, vulgarly called a cobler, is intently perusing the Register, to the neglect of his occupation. The expression is exceedingly good, and the execution highly commendable.

No. 357. April Fool, Strap Oil.W. Rivière. A boy is here made the sport of his companions, who are slyly watching the success of their plot through a window into the shop; while the master is preparing his strap, no doubt to oil the back of the innocent dupe. It is a clever and laughable little picture.

No. 358. A Sandy Road. J. Linnell.-Mr. Linnell's style is very peculiar, and not generally pleasing, being too liny, too stringy, and too brown; still there is preserved a natural effect upon looking at his works at a proper distance. The present one we conceive to be more natural than his others now exhibiting.

No. 378. The Artist's Painting Room. Miss Alabaster. This is the production of a highly gifted female, who is rapidly rising to eminence and success; those who have not seen her other paintings and the copies, which she has executed from various first rate pieces, cannot from the present subject, form any just notions nor opinion of her great talents. The subject under notice represents the fair artist's painting room, with the copies of the pictures displayed, executed by her last autumn at this Institution. One part of the picture shews her easel supporting a strained canvass, upon which she has commenced a portrait of herself. This portion of the painting is too prominent, we should wish to see the blemish rectified.

In every other respect the picture is most perfect; the lights are skilfully managed, the colouring, drawing, and execution, are alike effective and deserving of the highest praise; indeed, this production would do honour to any artist. We are much pleased to see that the Marquis of Stafford has purchased this delightful Painting Room."

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No. 406. Interior of the British Gallery. S. Davies. This picture represents those paintings left for students to copy in this Institution last summer. Mr. Davies has successfully imitated the styles and colouring of the different masters, especially Sir Joshua Reynolds's Holy Family; but we could have wished that the figures which he has introduced as viewing the paintings in the_gal

lery had been omitted, or better executed. West (which is very badly done) is represented holding up a portrait of Sir Joshua, one painted by Reynolds himself, for the inspection of Northcote, who is examining this specimen of his great tutor's talents with great attention.— Northcote's portrait is fairly done, but as for Sir Thomas Lawrence or Canning, whichever of these two individuals Mr. Davies intends it for, it is wretchedly executed, and out of drawing most glaringly; it is all legs, shoulders, and head; no body; and as for the arms, we can swear Sir Thomas never had such, nor' Canning either. It is a pity such faults as these Mr. Davies should ever have suffered to exist, for it destroys the beauty of an otherwise very excellent perform

ance.

No. 420. Pilgrim's approaching the Shrine. E. V. Rippingill.-This is a very clever and laboriously wrought picture; the multitude of figures, and in every one a different feeling is expressed, must have cost him great labour." Here may be seen the sincere penitent, the devout and intense adoration of the old, the enthusiastic and thrilling devotion of the young, the thoughtlessness of childhood, the hypocritical sanctity of a friar, the reluctant yet joyous air of the robber and assassin, that he can purchase absolution, and then go and commit other enormities.

No. 448. Seed Time. T. Woodward.-A horse, dog, and implements of husbandry in a field, compose the subject of this excellent little picture.

No. 481. Crossing the Line. M. W. Sharp.-Fun, frolic, and life, is the order of the day on board. Mr. Sharp has contrived to make a decided hit in exciting the risible faculties of his beholders, for never on canvass was there so much humour congregated. Neptune and his courtiers are busily employed in some well known attentions on those who, for the first time, have crossed the line of his dominions. If we mistake not, Neptune is intended for T. P. Cooke, who sits on his throne with becoming dignity, and his queen is modestly engaged in hiding her blushes behind her fan, though she contrives to cast a leer with her left eye. The brushes, pitch, tar, razors, scrubbing irons, and mops, are all actively in use upon the backs, skins, and shins of the poor unfortunate wights, while a mermaid or two are hauling up some poor wretch who had thought to have hid himself below. A party on the poop, are merrily occupied in gulling a simpleton, by telling him to look for the line through the telescope, while

some are holding a piece of string across the glass; various groups of the crew are aloft with buckets, kindly ducking the passengers with water, to prevent the ladies and gentlemen getting on fire while passing the equinox. Though in some parts the execution is faulty, and the colouring flesh none of the best; yet we think Mr. Sharp is a sharp fellow. Viewed as a whole, we consider this a most laughable and merry composition.

No. 35. The Dutch Milk Woman. P. C. Wonder.-Mr. Wonder, like his prototypes, the Dutch and Flemish painters, thinks that the true excellence of a picture is in the quantity of labour bestowed upon it. His style partakes of La Hooge in effects of light, and Metzu in execution, though inferior to both; wanting the beauty of colouring in the first, and the exquisite finish of the latter. His other works here are all of the same character, laborious detail without effect, or good drawing, witness 298, The Favourite Bird. His best is No. 452, Christ and Nicodemus. This is improved by the effect of lamplight, but still it wants character, sentiment and vigour, of colouring and drawing.

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No. 451. Feel how Soft R. W. Buss-A cobler's apprentice is slyly putting the sole of a shoe for a boy to feel its softness, that he may rap his knuckles. The arch countenance of the apprentice, chuckling at the thoughts of rapping the fingers of the other, and the cautious manner in which his dupe is going to feel, is irresistibly comic. Mr. Buss has a good turn to the comicalities of real and familiar life, and he portrays them with becoming spirit and truth. With this we close our review of the present collection.

Traits of History.

C. I. H.

MEMORIES-BACKWARDS FORWARDS AND SIDEWAYS.

For the Olio.

Great fuss has been made by Professors in Germany, France, and England, concerning the memory. Some of them have endeavoured to prove that it is an artificial capacity; others would feign that nature has given organs for especial retention. Watts, however, remarks in his 'Improvement of the Mind,' that where nature is assisted and cultivated by art, the subject of the united combination can rarely fail of being essentially benefited. In whatever department man is called upon to exercise his

vocation, professionally, mechanically, or generally, much of his success depends on the aid he receives and the care he takes with regard to his memory.Statesmen, barristers, actors, and reporters, have given proofs of their powers in apt recollections and applications; and have, on the other hand, shewn their insufficiency to proceed in their objects when memory has aberrated, or been in any degree treacherous, whether from sudden or physical causes. The selection here made will supply a few instances given in history of the great efforts which memory has shewn favourably.

Beza, above eighty years old, could recite any chapter in Greek perfectly in Paul's Epistles, or any other portions which he had previously learned, but forgot whatsoever was recently told him. His memory was like an inn retaining old guests, but having no room to entertain new. Augustine tells us of his friend Simplicius, who being asked, could tell all Virgil's verses backwards and forwards, and yet he protested that he knew not that he could do it till they tried him.

Staupitius, Luther's tutor, in a vain ostentation of his memory, repeated Christ's genealogy by heart in his sermon, but being out about the captivity of Babylon, I see,' said he, God resisteth the proud,' and so referred to his book for aid.

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The memory of Bishop Jewel was raised by art to the highest pitch of human possibility. For he could readily repeat any thing that he penned after once reading it; and therefore, usually at the ringing of the bell, he began to commit his sermons to heart, and kept what he learned so firmly, that he used to say, 'that if he were to make a speech premeditated before a thousand auditors shouting, or fighting all the while, yet 'could he say whatever he had provided to speak. Many barbarous and hard names out of a calendar, and words in Irish, Welsh, and Scotch, after once or twice reading and short meditation, he could repeat backwards or forwards without hesitation.* Sir Francis Bacon,

Crook, while descanting on his system of During the term at Cambridge, Mr. Mnemonics in the Town Hall, brought forward in illustration of the success of his plan, a boy, one of his pupils, who was able Switzerland, not only from the beginning to to repeat the whole of the Wanderer of the end, but the end to the beginning. During the latter part of the youth's recitation, he was interrupted by a waggish gownsman, calling out, "Well, you have given it us straightforwards and backwards, now let us

reading to him only the last clauses of ten lines in his paraphrase in Erasmus, in a confused and dismembered manner, he after a small pause, rehearsed all those broken parts of sentences the right way and the contrary without difficulty. Anthony Wallous, by the help of memory, learned the epitome of Pagnine in six weeks with such success, that thereby he was enabled well to interpret any place of the scriptures, and to give a fit reason of it. Themistocles had such an excellent memory, that he knew all the citizens of Athens, and when he met them could salute them by name.

PYLADES.

The Note Book.

I will make a prief of it in my Note-book. M. W. of Windsor.

A CHINESE DANDY.

Many persons have supposed (who only know the Chinese superficially) that a nation so grave, sedate, and monotonous, cannot include either fops or bons vivans. They are, however, mistaken; few countries possess more of these worthies than China, though perhaps their talents are not carried to so great an excess as in other parts of the world. The dress of the Chinese petit maitre is very expensive, being composed of the most costly carpets or skins; his boots or shoes of a particular shape, and made of the richest black satin of Nankin, the soles of a certain height; his knee-caps elegantly embroidered; his cap and button are of the neatest cut; his pipes elegant and high priced; his tobacco of the best manufacture of Fokien; an English gold watch; a tooth-pick hung at his button, with a string of valuable pearls; a fan from Nankin, scented with chulan flowers. Such are his personal appoinments.

Doubell's Residence in China.

ENVY

Is a mean and despicable vice, because it confesses that the envier is not so able or excellent as the person envied; for none are envied but such as possess somewhat that over-reaches or excels what is possessed by such as do envy.

have it sideways." Mr. C. somewhat piqued at this unexpected suggestion, arose and commenced a long expostulatory discourse, defending his system, and indignantly affirming that he had never before been so insulted. This lengthy appeal, however, had no other

effect than to call forth the following from

the same relentless wit, "Bravo! Mr. Grook,

now let's have all that backwards."

DUKE OF MECKLENBURGH STRELITZ.

The following we find related by the author of the Narrative of the War in Germany and France:

"A singular and ludicrous anecdote occurred to me at the court of Strelitz, which I cannot forbear relating, as a testimonial of the hospitality and kindness of the late Duke of Mecklenburgh Strelitz; a prince who was beloved and respected not only by his subjects, but by all who knew him; and who marked by a particular kindness all English visiters and residents in his states. I had ordered myself, on arriving very late at night in the town, to be driven to the inn; but being sound asleep in my carriage with my aides-de-camp on entering the gates, my chasseurs and orderly from the box showed my passports. I was not aware that orders had been sent from the palace to the guard-house to send my cortege to the reigning Duke's brother's house in the town

On alighting, I found myself shown into magnificent apartments, lighted up, with numerous servants, and with a grand couvert laid for supper. Congratulating myself with my companions on our capital inn, we proceeded to call about us, ordered and made free, precisely as if in the first Paris hotel. The wines were excellent; more and more were ordered up; a provision directed to be laid aside to carry forward on the next day's march; in short, we all went to bed in the sweetest delirium. But the consternation that followed the next morning was appalling: when awakening, I was informed that the Duke's brother was in the ante-room, waiting to know, "Si Son Excellence était content de sa reception." cule attached to me for this anecdote, did not leave me during the few very happy days I spent at the delightful palace of 1 the Duke of Mecklenburg at Strelitz, and in the most enchanting society that then embellished it.

SIR ROBERT WILSON.

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It is due here to a distinguished officer, Sir Robert Wilson, who was attached to the allied armies by His Majesty's Government to mention a marked distinction that was conferred upon him by his Imperial Majesty the Emperor of Russia, in the camp in the front of Jauer. It is so grateful a task to witness the merits of a brother soldier justly rewarded, and there was so much in the manner in which this honour was conferred, that I shall stand excused for detailing such a signal testimonial of approbation, even at the ex pense of prolixity.

The Emperor ordered a grand review

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