Accordingly, he chose the latter, and steered into the Spanish armament.Several vessels he forced to luff and fall under his lee; until, about three o'clock of the afternoon, a great ship of three decks of ordnance took the wind out of his sails, and immediately boarded.Thence-forward, and all night long, the REVENGE, held her own single-handed against the Spaniards.As one ship was beaten off, another took its place.She endured, according to Raleigh's computation, "eight hundred shot of great artillery, besides many assaults and entries." By morning the powder was spent, the pikes all broken, not a stick was standing, "nothing left overhead either for flight or defence;" six feet of water in the hold;almost all the men hurt; and Greenville himself in a dying condition.To bring them to this pass, a fleet of fifty sail had been mauling them for fifteen hours, the ADMIRAL OF THEHULKS and the ASCENSION of Seville had both gone down alongside, and two other vessels had taken refuge on shore in a sinking state.In Hawke's words, they had "taken a great deal of drubbing." The captain and crew thought they had done about enough; but Greenville was not of this opinion; he gave orders to the master gunner, whom he knew to be a fellow after his own stamp, to scuttle the REVENGE where she lay.The others, who were not mortally wounded like the Admiral, interfered with some decision, locked the master gunner in his cabin, after having deprived him of his sword, for he manifested an intention to kill himself if he were not to sink the ship; and sent to the Spaniards to demand terms.These were granted.The second or third day after, Greenville died of his wounds aboard the Spanish flagship, leaving his contempt upon the "traitors and dogs" who had not chosen to do as he did, and engage fifty vessels, well found and fully manned, with six inferior craft ravaged by sickness and short of stores.He at least, he said, had done his duty as he was bound to do, and looked for everlasting fame.
Some one said to me the other day that they considered this story to be of a pestilent example.I am not inclined to imagine we shall ever be put into any practical difficulty from a superfluity of Greenvilles.And besides, I demur to the opinion.The worth of such actions is not a thing to be decided in a quaver of sensibility or a flush of righteous commonsense.The man who wished to make the ballads of his country, coveted a small matter compared to what Richard Greenville accomplished.I wonder how many people have been inspired by this mad story, and how many battles have been actually won for England in the spirit thus engendered.It is only with a measure of habitual foolhardiness that you can be sure, in the common run of men, of courage on a reasonable occasion.An army or a fleet, if it is not led by quixotic fancies, will not be led far by terror of the Provost Marshal.
Even German warfare, in addition to maps and telegraphs, is not above employing the WACHT AM RHEIN.Nor is it only in the profession of arms that such stories may do good to a man.In this desperate and gleeful fighting, whether it is Greenville or Benbow, Hawke or Nelson, who flies his colours in the ship, we see men brought to the test and giving proof of what we call heroic feeling.Prosperous humanitarians tell me, in my club smoking-room, that they are a prey to prodigious heroic feelings, and that it costs them more nobility of soul to do nothing in particular, than would carry on all the wars, by sea or land, of bellicose humanity.It may very well be so, and yet not touch the point in question.For what I desire is to see some of this nobility brought face to face with me in an inspiriting achievement.A man may talk smoothly over a cigar in my club smoking-room from now to the Day of Judgment, without adding anything to mankind's treasury of illustrious and encouraging examples.It is not over the virtues of a curate-and-tea-party novel, that people are abashed into high resolutions.It may be because their hearts are crass, but to stir them properly they must have men entering into glory with some pomp and circumstance.And that is why these stories of our sea-captains, printed, so to speak, in capitals, and full of bracing moral influence, are more valuable to England than any material benefit in all the books of political economy between Westminster and Birmingham.Greenville chewing wineglasses at table makes no very pleasant figure, any more than a thousand other artists when they are viewed in the body, or met in private life; but his work of art, his finished tragedy, is an eloquent performance; and I contend it ought not only to enliven men of the sword as they go into battle, but send back merchant clerks with more heart and spirit to their book-keeping by double entry.
There is another question which seems bound up in this;and that is Temple's problem: whether it was wise of Douglas to burn with the ROYAL OAK? and by implication, what it was that made him do so? Many will tell you it was the desire of fame.
