SCENE II. It is very early on the morning of the 14th. Hardly has

the autumn day began to dawn, yet all around the George Inn, Portsmouth, dense crowds have gathered to catch but a glimpse of the naval hero before his embarkation. He had their huzzas many a time before, but now he has their hearts. They follow him even to the water's edge, they press forward to catch a sight of his face; many are in tears, and many kneel down and bless him as he passes. They love him as true and fervidly as he loves England. But, alas! they will never, never see him more.