cannot free myself from the
impression that, for some forty
minutes, the fate of the great battle hung upon a
breath of wind
such as I have felt stealing from behind, as it were, upon my cheek
while engaged in looking to the
westward for the signs of the true
weather.
Never more shall British seamen going into action have to trust the
success of their
valour to a
breath of wind. The God of gales and
battles favouring her arms to the last, has let the sun of
England's sailing-fleet and of its greatest master set in unclouded
glory. And now the old ships and their men are gone; the new ships
and the new men, many of them
bearing the old, auspicious names,
have taken up their watch on the stern and
impartial sea, which
offers no opportunities but to those who know how to grasp them
with a ready hand and an undaunted heart.
XLIX.
This the navy of the Twenty Years' War knew well how to do, and
never better than when Lord Nelson had
breathed into its soul his
own
passion of honour and fame. It was a
fortunate navy. Its
victories were no mere smashing of
helpless ships and massacres of
cowed men. It was spared that cruel favour, for which no brave
heart had ever prayed. It was
fortunate in its adversaries. I say
adversaries, for on recalling such proud memories we should avoid
the word "enemies," whose
hostile sound perpetuates the antagonisms
and
strife of nations, so irremediable perhaps, so fateful - and
also so vain. War is one of the gifts of life; but, alas! no war
appears so very necessary when time has laid its soothing hand upon
the
passionate misunderstandings and the
passionate desires of
great peoples. "Le temps," as a
distinguished Frenchman has said,
"est un galant homme." He fosters the spirit of
concord and
justice, in whose work there is as much glory to be reaped as in
the deeds of arms.
One of them disorganized by
revolutionary changes, the other rusted
in the
neglect of a decayed
monarchy, the two fleets opposed to us
entered the
contest with odds against them from the first. By the
merit of our
daring and our faithfulness, and the
genius of a great
leader, we have in the course of the war augmented our advantage
and kept it to the last. But in the exulting
illusion of
irresistible might a long
series of military successes brings to a
nation the less
obviousaspect of such a fortune may
perchance be
lost to view. The old navy in its last days earned a fame that no
belittling malevolence dare cavil at. And this
supreme favour they
owe to their adversaries alone.
Deprived by an ill-starred fortune of that self-confidence which
strengthens the hands of an armed host, impaired in skill but not
in courage, it may
safely be said that our adversaries managed yet
to make a better fight of it in 1797 than they did in 1793. Later
still, the
resistance offered at the Nile was all, and more than
all, that could be demanded from seamen, who, unless blind or
without understanding, must have seen their doom sealed from the
moment that the Goliath,
bearing up under the bows of the Guerrier,
took up an inshore berth. The combined fleets of 1805, just come
out of port, and attended by nothing but the disturbing memories of
reverses, presented to our approach a determined front, on which
Captain Blackwood, in a
knightly spirit, congratulated his Admiral.
By the exertions of their
valour our adversaries have but added a
greater lustre to our arms. No friend could have done more, for
even in war, which severs for a time all the sentiments of human
fellowship, this subtle bond of association remains between brave
men - that the final
testimony to the value of
victory must be
received at the hands of the vanquished.
Those who from the heat of that battle sank together to their
repose in the cool depths of the ocean would not understand the
watchwords of our day, would gaze with amazed eyes at the engines
of our
strife. All passes, all changes: the
animosity of peoples,
the handling of fleets, the forms of ships; and even the sea itself
seems to wear a different and diminished
aspect from the sea of
Lord Nelson's day. In this
ceaseless rush of shadows and shades,
that, like the
fantastic forms of clouds cast
darkly upon the
waters on a windy day, fly past us to fall
headlong below the hard
edge of an implacable
horizon, we must turn to the national spirit,
which, superior in its force and continuity to good and evil
fortune, can alone give us the feeling of an
enduringexistence and
of an invincible power against the fates.
Like a subtle and
mysterious elixir poured into the perishable clay
of
successive generations, it grows in truth, splendour, and
potency with the march of ages. In its incorruptible flow all
round the globe of the earth it preserves from the decay and
forgetfulness of death the
greatness of our great men, and amongst
them the
passionate and gentle
greatness of Nelson, the nature of
whose
genius was, on the faith of a brave
seaman and
distinguishedAdmiral, such as to "Exalt the glory of our nation."
End