Of course we looked with respect on the brass plate on her deck which marks the spot where Nelson fell.  We then went far down into the midshipmen's berth, in the cockpit.  How dark and gloomy it seemed; and yet it was here Nelson, while the guns were thundering overhead, lay dying.  How very different from the mess-rooms of young officers of the present day!  Here another inscription, fixed on the ship's side, pointed out where the hero breathed his last.  Going into the cabin on the main deck, we saw one of the very topsails--riddled with shot--which had been at Trafalgar.  After being shifted at Gibraltar, it had been for more than half a century laid up in a store at Woolwich, no one guessing what a yarn that old roll of canvas could tell.