Hardy started to obey this last order of his beloved commander. In a low tone Nelson called him back.
"Don't throw me overboard, Hardy," he pleaded. "Take me home that I may be buried by my parents, unless the king shall order otherwise. And take care of my dear Lady Hamilton, Hardy; take care of poor Lady Hamilton. Kiss me, Hardy."
The weeping captain knelt and kissed him.
"Now I am satisfied," said the dying hero. "Thank God, I have done my duty."
Hardy stood and looked down, in sad silence upon him, then again knelt and kissed him on the forehead.
"Who is that?" asked Nelson.
"It is I, Hardy," was the reply.
"God bless you, Hardy," came in tones just above a whisper.
Hardy turned and left. He could bear no more. He had looked his last on his old commander.
"I wish I had not left the deck," said Nelson; "for I see I shall soon be gone."