The Letters of Lord Nelson to Lady Hamilton, Vol. I. by Horatio Nelson


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Page 32

I wish he may have given Mrs. Denis any thing; but, I do not think it:
and, as for you, my dear Emma, as long as I can, I don't want any of
their gifts.

As for old Q. he may put you into his will, or scratch you out, as he
pleases, I care not.

If Mr. Addington gives you the pension, it is well; but, do not let it
fret you. Have you not Merton? It is clear--the first purchase--and my
dear Horatia is provided for: and, I hope, one of these days, that you
will be my own Duchess of Bronte; and, then, a fig for them all!

I have just had a letter from Gibbs, of which I send you a copy. You
see what interest he is taking about Bronte.

I begin to think, without some assistance like his, that I never
should have touched a farthing. It will be 1805, before I touch the
estate. Neither principal or interest of the seven thousand ounces
have been paid; and, it is now eight thousand ounces debt.

You will see, Gibbs, at last, has fixed on sending his daughter home;
and I shall be glad of so good an opportunity of obliging him, as it
will naturally tie him to my interest. He was a great fool, not to
have sent the child with you, as you wished.

I am glad to find, my dear Emma, that you mean to take Horatia home.
_Aye_! she is like her mother; will have her own way, or kick up a
devil of a dust. But, you will cure her: I am afraid I should spoil
her; for, I am sure, I would shoot any one who would hurt her.

She was always fond of my watch; and, very probably, I might have
promised her one: indeed, I gave her one, which cost sixpence! But,
I go no where to get any thing pretty; therefore, do not think me
neglectful.

I send you Noble's letter; therefore, I hope you will get your cases
in good order: they have had some narrow escapes.

I am glad you liked South End.

How that Coffin could come over, and palaver, Rowley, Keith, &c. and
Coffin to abuse the Earl! Now, I can tell you, that he is the Earl's
spy.

It is Coffin, who has injured Sir Andrew Hammond so much: and his
custom is, to abuse the Earl, to get people to speak out; and, then,
the Earl takes his measures accordingly.

To me, it is nothing. Thank God! there can be no tales told of my
cheating; or, I hope, neglecting my duty. Whilst I serve, I will serve
well, and closely; when I want rest, I will go to Merton.

You know, my dear Emma, that I am never well when it blows hard.
Therefore, imagine what a cruize off Toulon is; even in summer time,
we have a hard gale every week, and two days heavy swell.

It would kill you; and myself, to see you. Much less possible, to have
Charlotte, Horatia, &c. on board ship!

And I, that have given orders to carry no women to sea in the Victory,
to be the first to break them!

And, as to Malta, I may never see it, unless we have an engagement;
and, perhaps, not then: for, if it is _complete_, I may go home, for
three months, to see you; but, if you was at Malta, I might absolutely
miss you, by leaving the Mediterranean without warning.

The other day, we had a report the French were out, and seen steering
to the westward. We were as far as Minorca, when the alarm proved
false.

Therefore, my dearest beloved Emma! although I should be the happiest
of men, to live and die with you, yet my chance of seeing you is much
more certain by your remaining at Merton, than wandering where I may
never go; and, certainly, never to stay forty-eight hours.

You cannot, I am sure, more ardently long to see me, than I do to be
with you; and, if the war goes on, it is my intention to get leave to
spend the _next winter_ in England: but I verily believe that, long
before that time, we shall have peace.

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