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IV.
Sunday Morning, Sept. 6th, [1801.]
My Dear Lady,
To be sure, you did promise to write to me on Thursday last; and I was
very much disappointed at not receiving a letter yesterday, and sent
to the Post Office twice, to be certain there was no mistake: and,
now, this morning, comes your roguish, waggish letter, on a Sunday
morning, (amidst all my meditations for the good of my parishioners)
about love, courtship, marriage, throwing the stocking, going to bed,
&c. &c. &c.--quite shocking to write to a country parson, who can
have no idea of such _things_. It might do well enough for a King's
chaplain; or a church dignitary, who is supposed to have more
_learning_, and more knowledge of _things in general_.
I wish you was here, and you should not laugh at me for nothing. I
would give you as good as you brought, at any time.
I'll have no Emmas, at present. Stay till there comes one or two of
another sort, to keep the line of the Nelsons in the true name and
blood, without being obliged to go to others to assume a name
which scarcely belongs to them; and, then, as many Emmas, Elfridas,
Evelindas, and Evelinas, as you please.
But, I hope to God, the present young Horatio will go on as we all
wish, and transmit a long race to posterity.
I am delighted with Dr. Heath's letter to my Brother, and the
character he gives of him. My only fear is, that we shall spoil him
among us.
I have not yet heard from him, how he felt himself. I should have
liked to have peeped slyly into his room, and seen how he acted on
first receiving the joyful intelligence.
I don't know enough how to thank my Brother, for all his goodness to
me and mine; my heart overflows, whenever I think of it: but I can't
sit down, and write a formal letter of thanks; it would be too absurd
for _me_ to write, or _him_ to read. He well knows me; and I leave it
to your Ladyship, (my best and truest friend) to say every thing to
him, for and from me: it will come best from your lips, and adorned
with your eloquence.
I wish my Brother had done with this business. I hope, a peace will
soon put an end to his toils and dangers. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
V.
Hilborough, September 8th, 1801.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
I hope you will have received my long letter of Sunday's date, by this
time. I wonder you should accuse me of remissness, in not writing to
_you_. I told you then, and I repeat it now, that I would always give
you "_as good as you brought_:" and, upon looking back to the last
week's letters, I find I have always answered your's, whenever I had
one; and, generally, by the _same post_.
As I wrote so much on Sunday, and you said--you thought you should
leave Deal on Tuesday or Wednesday, I said--I should write no more
till you got back to London. Nor should I now, was it not to rebut the
charge of remissness and inattention to you.
I am glad Mrs. Nelson is likely to come home soon; but, I hear nothing
about your intentions. I shall write to her to-morrow, and direct my
letter to Piccadilly; where, I hope, it will find her: and, if this
letter travels to Deal, and follows you to London, it is no matter;
it is not worth having, when you get it. Only, I could not bear the
thoughts of the appearance of neglect, without deserving it.
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