To return to the house—The furniture must be bought with it; and the sooner it is done, the better I shall like it.
Oh! how bad the weather is!
The devils, here, wanted to plague my soul out, yesterday, just after dinner; but I would have seen them damned, before they should have come in. The Countess Montmorris, Lady this, that, and t’other, came along-side, a Mr. Lubbock with them—to desire they might come in. I sent word, I was so busy that no persons could be admitted, as my time was employed in the King’s service. Then they sent their names, which I cared not for: and sent Captain Gore, to say it was impossible; and that, if they wanted to see a ship, they had better go to the Overyssel (a sixty-four in the Downs.) They said, no; they wanted to see me. However, I was stout, and will not be shewn about like a beast! and away they went.
I believe, Captain Gore wishes me out of his ship; for the ladies admire him, I am told, very much: but, however, no Captain could be kinder to me than he is. These ladies, he told me afterwards, were his relations.
I have just got your letters; many thanks, for them! You do not say, in the end, Sir William is arrived.
I am glad, that you approve. You may rely, my dear friend, that I will not run any unnecessary risk! No more boat work, I promise you; but, ever, your attached and faithful
NELSON & BRONTE.
To the Duke, and Lord William, say every thing which is kind; and to Mrs. Nelson.
I am so dreadfully sea-sick, that I cannot hold up my head!
September 21st, [1801.]
Quarter past Ten o’Clock.
MY DEAR EMMA,
I wish you would send the letter to Mrs. Dod’s, directly; for, otherwise, he may, inadvertently.
If done, and it comes to London, deliver some of the things. The wardrobe is her’s; and if any of her clothes are at Mr. Dod’s, they had better be separated from mine—and, indeed, what things are worth removing—to have them directly sent to Merton. A bed, or two, I believe, belong to my father; but, am not sure.
I send you Dr. Baird’s comfortable note, this moment received.
You will [find] Parker is treated like an infant. Poor fellow! I trust, he will get well, and take possession of his room at the farm.
Ever your affectionate,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Amazon, September 26, 1801.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
Your kind letters came on board about six o’clock.
You may rely upon one thing, that I shall like Merton; therefore, do not be uneasy on that account. I have that opinion of your taste and judgment, that I do not believe it can fail in pleasing me. We must only consider our means; and, for the rest, I am sure, you will soon make it the prettiest place in the world.