It was his custom to rise early, and to banter the Marshal for being seldom up so early as him. He was up on _Monday_ morning about five; and as soon as he saw the Marshal, about six, "_Well_," said he, "_Marshal, I think I have beat you at rising this morning_." Soon after, when he was shifting, as he constantly did every morning betimes, "_Here_," said he to his valet, "_take these sleeve-buttons, and wear them for my sake; your's will do to be buried with_." Having directed that he should be put into his coffin with his cloaths as he died: recollecting himself, he added, "_But hold--as these buttons are gold, my giving them to you may be doubted, and you may be drawn into a scrape_." Then desired the Marshal, and one of his servants, might be called to witness the exchange. He spent a considerable part of the morning in the state-room by himself: then came out, and sat down with the Marshal, and breakfasted composedly, as usual. His dress was a plain cloth suit, a light grey mixture, such as he had always wore after he received his order of suspension in _Gibraltar_-bay; having stripped off his uniform, which he immediately threw into the sea, as soon as he had read that order. At nine, when his friends came on board, in a familiar easy manner, he took each by the hand, and obligingly inquired after their health: and being informed that the quarter-deck was now the place appointed for his execution, in consideration of his rank, he was greatly pleased at it. He then spoke about an erasement in his will, which he had recollected; mentioning the sheet, the number of the line from the top, and the words erased. He expressed some uneasiness at that circumstance, and said, that though he did not apprehend such a circumstance would occasion any dispute amongst his relations, yet believing that erasement not mentioned as is customary upon the will, he thought it proper something should be drawn up, as an acknowlegment that the erasement was agreeable to his intention; which being done in the manner he desired, he copied it himself, signed it, and desired three gentlemen present to witness it. After this the Admiral appeared satisfied, as if he had no farther concerns to think of; and had the morning-service performed by the chaplain of the _Monarque_. The rest of his time was mostly spent in walking across the cabbin, conversing sometimes with one friend, sometimes with another. He had always declared that he would die with his face uncovered, and would give the word of command to the platoon of marines himself; saying, "_As it is my fate, I can look at it, and receive it_."