EMMA HAMILTON.

I long to see and know Nepean!  Why will you not ask me to dine with, him en famille?

                        {Yes.}
                        {_A.D._}

* * * * *

EMMA TO NELSON.

  I think, I have not lost my heart;
    Since I, with truth, can swear,
  At every moment of my life,
    I feel my Nelson there!

  If, from thine Emma’s breast, her heart
    Were stolen or flown away;
  Where! where! should she my Nelson’s love
    Record, each happy day?

  If, from thine Emma’s breast, her heart
    Were stolen or flown away;
  Where! where! should she engrave, my Love! 
    Each tender word you say?

  Where! where! should Emma treasure up
    Her Nelson’s smiles and sighs? 
  Where mark, with joy, each secret look
    Of love, from Nelson’s eyes?

  Then, do not rob me of my heart,
    Unless you first forsake it;
  And, then, so wretched it would be,
    Despair alone will take it.

Letter

from

Lady Hamilton

TO THE

RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY ADDINGTON,

NOW

VISCOUNT SIDMOUTH.

Letter of Lady Hamilton, &c.

  April 13th. [1803.]

SIR,

May I trouble you, and but for a moment, in consequence of my irreparable loss; my ever-honoured husband, Sir William Hamilton, being no more!  I cannot avoid it, I am forced to petition for a portion of his pension:  such a portion as, in your wisdom and noble nature, may be approved; and so represented to our most gracious Sovereign, as being right.  For, Sir, I am most sadly bereaved!  I am now in circumstances far below those in which the goodness of my dear Sir William allowed me to move for so many years; and below those becoming the relict of such a public minister, who was proved so very long—­no less than thirty-six years—­and, all his life, honoured so very much by the constant friendly kindness of the King and Queen themselves:  and, may I mention—­what is well known to the then administration at home—­how I, too, strove to do all I could towards the service of our King and Country.  The fleet itself, I can truly say, could not have got into Sicily, but for what I was happily able to do with the Queen of Naples, and through her secret instructions so obtained:  on which depended the refitting of the fleet in Sicily; and, with that, all which followed so gloriously at the Nile.  These few words, though seemingly much at large, may not be extravagant at all.  They are, indeed, true.  I wish them to be heard, only as they can be proved; and, being proved, may I hope for what I have now desired?