You will long ago have had my letter; with one to Davison, desiring he will pay for the alterations at Merton. I shall send you a letter for the hundred pounds a month, to the Bank.
Victory, June 6th, 1804.
Since I wrote you, my Dearest Emma, on the 30th and 31st May, nothing new has happened; except our hearing the feu de joie at Toulon, for the declaration of Emperor.
What a capricious nation those French must be! However, I think it must, in any way, be advantageous to England. There ends, for a century, all republics!
By vessels from Marseilles, the French think it will be a peace; and they say, that several of their merchant ships are fitting out. I earnestly pray, that it may be so; and, that we may have a few years of rest.
I rather believe, my antagonist at Toulon, begins to be angry with me: at least, I am trying to make him so; and then, he may come out, and beat me, as he says he did, off Boulogne.
He is the Admiral that went to Naples in December 1792, La Touche Treville, who landed the grenadiers. I owe him something for that.
I am better, my dear Emma, than I have been, and shall get through the summer very well; and I have the pleasure to tell you, that Charles is very much recovered. There is no more the matter with his intellects, than with mine! Quite the contrary; he is very quick.
Mr. Scott, who has overlooked all his things, says, his clothes, &c. are in the highest order he has ever seen.
I shall place him in the Niger, with Captain Hilliar, when he joins; but, all our ships are so full, that it is very difficult to get a birth for one in any ship.
Would you conceive it possible! but, it is now from April 2d, since I have heard direct from Ball. The average time for a frigate to go, and return, is from six to seven weeks.
From you, I had letters, April 5th, and the papers to April 8th, received May 10th, with a convoy.
This goes through friend Gayner.
Sir William Bolton joined last night; and received his letters, announcing his being called papa. He is got a very fine young man and good officer.
Lord St. Vincent has desired he may have the first Admiralty vacancy for post; but nobody will die, or go home.
A-propos! I believe, you should buy a piece of plate, value fifty pounds, for our god-daughter of Lady Bolton; and something of twenty or thirty pounds value, for Colonel Suckling’s.
But, my Emma, you are not to pay for them, let it rest for me; or, if the amount is sent me, I will order payment.
Remember me most kindly to Horatia, good Mrs. Cadogan, Charlotte, Miss Connor, and all our friends at dear, dear Merton; where, from my soul, I wish I was, this moment: then, I sincerely hope, we should have no cause for sorrow.