They found the admiral with the rest of the fleet off Carthagena. With them was the French _Orphee_, which the _Revenge_ and _Berwick_ had run down and taken within two miles of Carthagena mole. M. de la Clue had missed his chance entirely. He had not stirred, although with the two men-of-war that had got in the night before he had had nine ships of the line, and the British admiral, with five of his ships detached in chase of Du Quesne's squadron, only seven. All that the French admiral had done the livelong day on the 28th had been to man and arm his boats and send them down to paddle about aimlessly at the mouth of the harbour. The _Monmouth_ and _Revenge_ were ordered to Gibraltar to repair, accompanied by their two prizes. On the way the dead of the _Monmouth_ and the remains of Captain Gardiner were committed to the deep, off Cape de Gata, at half-past three on Saturday afternoon, the 4th of March. All four ships hove-to and half-masted their ensigns during the funeral service, and the bodies were passed overboard to the booming of the _Monmouth's_ minute-guns--his ship's last tribute to her dead captain. No tablet exists to Arthur Gardiner's memory in Westminster Abbey or elsewhere; but that, after all, matters little. There is in the lone, lone sea A spot unmark'd but holy, For there the gallant and the free In his ocean bed lies lowly. Down, down beneath the deep, That oft in triumph bore him, He sleeps a sound and peaceful sleep, With the salt waves dashing o'er him. He sleeps serene and safe From tempest and from billow, Where storms that high above him chafe Scarce rock his peaceful pillow. The sea and him in death They did not dare to sever; It was his home when he had breath, 'Tis now his home for ever. Sleep on, thou mighty dead, A glorious tomb they've found thee, The broad blue sky above thee spread, The boundless ocean round thee. No vulgar foot treads here, No hand profane shall move thee, But gallant hearts shall proudly steer And warriors shout above thee. And though no stone may tell thy name, thy worth, thy glory, They rest in hearts that love thee well, they grace Britannia's story.[7] At Gibraltar the _Foudroyant_ was measured and found to be 12 feet longer than the _Royal George_. She was berthed alongside the mole with the _Monmouth_ lying next her, and an officer present graphically describes the disparity of size between them in these terms: 'It was like the Monument overlooking a ninepin!'