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I would have every body like your choice; for, I am sure, you have as
fine a taste in laying out land, as you have in music. I'll be damned,
if Mrs. Billington can sing so well as you. She may have stage trick,
but you have pure nature.
I always say every thing, for you and Sir William. I wish you had
translated the King's and Acton's letters, Banti cannot.
I may be able to dispose of Charles, but not of the other, and he
would corrupt Charles.
For ever yours,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Mrs. Lutwidge inquires always particularly after you. We all laugh,
and say she is more fond of soldiers than ever, since General Don has
shewn her how he would keep off the French!
LETTER XXI.
Amazon, October 15th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I have received all your letters of yesterday, and the one sent from
the post at Merton; and, also, one mis-sent to Poole: but I do not
write direct to Merton, till I hear that mine to Sir William, sent
yesterday, gets to you before those by London.
The Admiralty will not give me leave, till the 22d; and, then, only
ten days. What a set of beasts!
My cold is now got into my head; and I have such dreadful pain in my
teeth, that I cannot hold up my head: but none of them cares a damn
for me or my sufferings; therefore, you see, I cannot discharge my
steward.
And yet, I think, upon consideration, that I will send up all my
things, and take my chance as to their sending me down again. What
do you think? At all events, every thing except my bed. I have
table-spoons, forks, every thing; at least, I shall have, soon, two
hundred pounds worth.
What a b---- that Miss Knight is! As to the other, I care not what she
says.
My poor dear father is wrong. But more of this, when we meet: which
will be Friday, the 23d, at farthest; if possible, the 22d. But, the
Admiralty are hard upon me.
I am sorry to hear, that you have been ill: and my cold is so
dreadfully bad, that I cannot hold up my head; and am so damned stupid
that you must, my dear friend, forgive my letter.
Admiral Lutwidge is going to Portsmouth. Sir William Parker is going
to be tried, for something.
Make my kindest respects to Sir William; and believe me, ever, your's
most faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I have wrote a line to Merton.
Excuse my letter.
LETTER XXII.
Amazon October 16th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
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