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Did not you get my letter from Sheerness on Thursday morning, telling
you I was just setting off for Deal; as I have no letter from you of
yesterday, only those of Wednesday, which went to Sheerness? It has
been my damned blunder, and not your's; for which I am deservedly
punished, by missing one of your dear letters. They are my comfort,
joy, and delight.
My time is, truly, fully taken up, and my hand aches before night
comes.
I got to bed, last night, at half past nine; but the hour was so
unusual, that I heard the clock strike one. To say that I thought of
you, would be nonsense; for, you are never out of my thoughts.
At this moment, I see no prospect of my getting to London; but, very
soon, the business of my command will become so simple, that a child
may direct it.
What rascals your post-chaise people must be! They have been paid
every thing. Captain Parker has one receipt for seven pounds odd, and
I am sure that every thing is paid; therefore, do not pay a farthing.
The cart-chaise I paid at Dartford.
You need not fear all the women in this world; for all others, except
yourself, are pests to me. I know but one; for, who can be like my
Emma? I am confident, you will do nothing which can hurt my feelings;
and I will die by torture, sooner than do any thing which could offend
you.
Give ten thousand kisses to my dear Horatia.
Yesterday, the subject turned on the cow-pox. A gentleman declared,
that his child was inoculated with the cow-pox; and afterwards
remained in a house where a child had the small-pox the natural way,
and did _not_ catch it. Therefore, here was a full trial with the
cow-pox. The child is only feverish for two days; and only a slight
inflammation of the arm takes place, instead of being all over
_scabs_. But, do you what you please!
I did not get your newspapers; therefore, do not know what promise you
allude to: but this I know, I have _none_ made me.
The extension of the patent of peerage is going on; but the wording of
my brother's note, they have wrote for a meaning to. The patent must
be a new creation. First, to my father, if he outlives me; then to
William, and his sons; then to Mrs. Bolton, and her sons; and Mrs.
Matcham, and her's. Farther than that, I care not; it is far enough.
But it may never get to any of them; for the old patent may extend
by issue male of my own carcase: I am not so very old; and may marry
again, a wife more suitable to my genius.
I like the Morning Chronicle.
Ever, for ever, your's, only your,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Best regards to Mrs. Nelson, the Duke, and Lord William.
I have totally failed for poor Madame Brueys.
Bonaparte's wife is one of Martinique, and some plan is supposed to be
carried on.
LETTER XIV.
Sheerness, August 11th, 1801.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
I came from Harwich yesterday noon; not having set my foot on shore,
although the Volunteers, &c. were drawn up to receive me, and the
people ready to draw the carriage.
Parker had very near got all the honours; but I want none, but what
my dear Emma confers. You have sense to discriminate whether they are
deserved or no.
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