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The Queen was ordered to give him and the French minister a dinner,
but the King staid at Belvidere.
I think, he will give it up soon; and retire to Sicily, if the French
will allow him.
Acton has never dared give Mr. Elliot, or one Englishman, a dinner.
The fleet are ready to come forth; but, they will not come for the
sake of fighting me.
I have this day made George Elliot, post; Lieutenant Pettit, a master
and commander; and Mr. Hindmarsh, gunner's son, of the Bellerophon,
who behaved so well this day five year, a Lieutenant.
I reckon to have lost two French seventy-fours, by my not coming out
in the Victory; but I hope they will come soon, with interest.
This goes to Gibraltar, by Sutton, in the Amphion.
I shall write the Doctor in a day or two. I see, by the French papers,
that he has kissed hands.
With kindest regards to your good mother, and all at Merton, &c. &c.
&c. ever your's, most faithfully and affectionately,
NELSON & BRONTE.
LETTER XXXIV.
Victory, off Toulon,
August 10th, 1803.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
I take the opportunity of Mr. Acourt's going through Spain, with Mr.
Elliot's dispatches for England, to send this letter: for I would not,
for the world, miss any opportunity of sending you a line.
By Gibraltar, I wrote you, as lately as the 4th; but all our ways of
communicating with England, are very uncertain: and, I believe, the
Admiralty must have forgot us; for, not a vessel of any kind or sort
has joined us, since I left Spithead.
News, I absolutely am ignorant of: except, that a schooner, belonging
to me, put her nose into Toulon; and four frigates popped out, and
have taken her, and a transport loaded with water for the fleet.
However, I hope to have an opportunity, very soon, of paying them the
debt, with interest.
Mr. Acourt says, at Naples, they hope that the mediation of Russia
will save them: but, I doubt, if Russia will go to war with the French
for any kingdom; and they, poor souls! relying on a broken reed, will
lose Sicily.
As for getting any thing for Bronte, I cannot expect it; for, the
finances of Naples are worse than ever. _Patienza_, however; I will--
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I see, many Bishops are dead. Is my brother tired of Canterbury? I
wish I could make him a Bishop. If you see him, or write, say that I
have not ten minutes to send away Mr. Acourt, who cannot be detained.
I hope Lord St. Vincent has sent out Sir William Bolton. As soon as I
know who is first Lord, I will write him.
LETTER XXXV.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Your friend's godson arrived safe yesterday afternoon; and I shall,
you know, always feel too happy in obeying your commands: for, you
never ask favours, but for your friends.
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