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I should, for your sake, and for many of our friends, have liked an
odd hundred thousand pounds; but, never mind. If they give me the
choice of staying a few months longer, it will be very handsome; and,
for the sake of others, we would give up, my dear Emma, very much of
our own felicity. If they do not, we shall be happy with each other,
and with dear Horatia.
The cutter returns with my answers directly; therefore, my own Emma,
you must only fancy all my thoughts and feelings towards you. They are
every thing which a fond heart can fancy.
I have not a moment; I am writing and signing orders, whilst I am
writing to my own Emma.
My life, my soul, God in Heaven bless you!
Your letter is September 16th, your last is August 27th.
I have not made myself understood, about Mrs. Bolton's money. You give
away _too_ much.
Kiss our dear Horatia a thousand times, for your own faithful Nelson.
I send two hundred pounds, keep it for your own pocket money.
You must tell Davison, and Haslewood, that I cannot answer their
letters. Linton cannot be fixed; but you will know whether I come
home, or stay, from Mr. Marsden.
God bless you!
Tell my brother, that I have made Mr. Yonge a Lieutenant, into the
Sea-horse frigate, Captain Boyle.
Once more, God bless my dearest Emma!
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Write your name on the back of the bill, if you send any person for
the money.
I have scrawled three lines to Davison, that he should not think I
neglected him in his confinement.
I have received the inclosed from Allen. Can we assist the poor
foolish man with a _character_?
LETTER LVII.
Victory, November 23,1804.
As all our communication with Spain is at an end, I can now only
expect to hear from my own dear Emma by the very slow mode of
Admiralty vessels, and it is now more than two months since the John
Bull sailed.
I much fear, something has been taken; for they never would, I am
sure, have kept me so long in the dark. However, by management, and a
portion of good luck, I got the account from Madrid in a much shorter
space of time than I could have hoped for; and I have set the whole
Mediterranean to work, and think the fleet cannot fail of being
successful: and, if I had had the spare troops at Malta at my
disposal, Minorca would at this moment have had English colours
flying.
This letter, my dearest beloved Emma, goes--although in Mr. Marsden's
letter--such a roundabout way, that I cannot say all that my heart
wishes. Imagine every thing which is kind and affectionate, and you
will come near the mark.
Where is my successor? I am not a little surprised at his not
arriving! A Spanish war, I thought, would have hastened him. Ministers
could not have thought that I wanted to fly the service, my whole
life has proved the contrary; and, if they refuse me now: I shall most
certainly leave this country in March or April; for a few months rest
I must have, very soon. If I am in my grave, what are the mines of
Peru to me!
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