The palmetto herald. [volume] (Port Royal, S.C.) 1864-1864, 1864-04-28

man in the Sea Horse, 10 his death in the
cockpit of the Victory, in the arms OF
Hardy. There were large models oil
every ship III which he had sailed; he
Sea Horse, fhe Vanguard, the Agamcn-
non, the Victory, and all, with pieces OF
their masts or keels. and some cannon.
mnskets, pistols, and swords taken from
them. Then there were relics OF a morc
personal character; en- adnnralS coal.
VII, s tarrishfa Euttpns and Orders ana
mofs eaten ciotii, D CO G.: Ia: .f,d sisoIe
all of which Nelson had worn q bound yo-
lume of original letters, and letters froln
Lady Hamilton; and one starting thing
opening suddenly door, there stood be
fore me the figure of Nelson limSelf-that
pale. thoughtful, melancholy countcn-
ance, the dropping lid, the one eye c,o:ed,
the vacant sleeve pinned 10 the coat, the
very clothes he had worn in life, coat,
hat. shOeS-all, his straight, thin, light
hair falling over his brow, to the life: il
seemed as if | had trodden within the
circle of witchcraft, and the hero bad
been called up 20 comfort me. This
figure had been made in wax, by d young
lady. niece of the artist who painted the
best portrait of him. The artist asked
Nelson's permission to allow his niece to
take it while he was sitting for the poT-
trait. and the tradition is, that when il
was done, Nelson said, Il was never
taken. larboard and starboard at the same
time before" 1t was very we'll done, and
produced none of the painful effect ct
wax figures generally, the pale yellow
hue of the wax, at least as seen by candle
light, suiiing well with the known CON-
plexion of The man. Having exhausted
the curiosiiies, / told my host an anecdotc
ola relative ofmine, in command ofa ship
in the Mediterranean, at might making
light, then affOtIief, tfiti
seeing them dancing all about him, then
gun. then q hoarse hail from 4 huge
line -ot-battIe ship, rolling up her sides
and showing dim lanterns through her
portholes--how he went on board. was
taken in boat through the fleet TO the
flagship. and down into the cabin, where
sat Nelson at table covered by chart,
under the dim swinging lamp Of the cabin.
and how he told him that lie had seen tie
French feet in the morning before, and
how Nelson took from him his courses and
distances since, and the bearing and
course OF the fleet and the wind at the
time, and traced them ON his chart, thank
ed him, offered him the usual glass OF
grog, and sent him back in his own boat
to his ship. through the mysterious black
hulks, rolling, hailing and showing their
lights.
This anecdote interested him nightly,
and he said he would look up Nelson's
log to see if there was note Of it.
rose TO 90. "No," said he, Nelson al
ways invited his visitors to take a glass
of grog before they left his cabin, and
this is my cabin, so grog it must be.
Tom" Tom rolled in, hitching up his
trousers. "Grog, Tom So Tom steer
ed out, and nayigated back among the
relics, bringing two glass tumblers OF gen
uine navy grog, which he set. on the
capstan.
My host seemed as delighted as sur
prised, that l, an American, should enter
so heartily into his Nelson humor After
some further pleasant talk / took my de-
parture, leaving Tom and his master TO
put out the lights and close up the curl
Gus, odd old room. 1t was singular;
gentleman of property and education,
never at sea himself. giving his house, the
best part of it, and spending so much CT
his time and money on this enthusiasm.