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Page 46
Emma! if that dear Queen of Naples does not write, herself, to
Prince D'Oria, for me, I won't look at your beautiful face these six
months--"_coute qui coute_."
To-morrow, for _Pyrmont_, near Hanover. Emma--adieu!
III.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There is no doubt
but Don Luizi is implicated: that very circumstance, argues the extent
of the mischief; for so cautious a man, and one whose sentiments are
so publicly known, would not engage without good support.
I have conversed with one of his intimates--one "who is no stranger
to his dearest secret." The evidence will be difficult; perhaps,
impracticable: unless his most confidential friends can be gained; and
that, I deem, impossible.
But the character of the Garrison at Capua is of the most alarming
complexion; and, yet, is what I can best depend on. I think, _Wade_
could tell much, if he would speak out.
Adieu!
Lovel and I were on Vesuvius. He goes, like a true parson, only to
eat the better. I foresee, he will once more fall into _Nudi's_ hands.
Procyta will be another _Duo_; for I hate large parties on such, and
especially females--unless they be Phoenixes, like yourself.
It is a great discouragement to a Caserta party, to view the whole
town buried in a mist; and the Belvidere alone, like a buoy, to point
out the shoal.
Sweet Emma--adieu!
Every wish of my heart beats for the dear Queen.
IV.
Send me word, Dearest Emma! how the invaluable, adorable Queen, finds
herself.
The weather changed so unmercifully, yesterday, that Lovel and I
both grew ill; and this makes me the more anxious to hear of our
too sensible and inestimable Queen. My warmest wishes--physical,
political, and moral--ever attend her.
B.
V.
Here is my cousin's answer, Dearest Emma--"_Io lo capisco_." Her
brother assured me, there is not the semblance of an insurrection;
and, that our dear, dear Queen, is misled by a set of scoundrels.
Send me word where you will be. Adieu!
VI.
Yesterday, we dined on Mount Vesuvius; to-day, we were to have dined
on its victim, Pompeii: but, "by the grace of God, which passeth all
understanding," since Bartolomeo himself, that weather-soothsayer, did
not foresee this British weather, we are prevented.
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