On Sunday, the 9th, his lordship arrived in London; and immediately proceeded to Nerot’s Hotel, King Street, St. James’s; where Lady Nelson, and his lordship’s venerable father, who were just arrived from Norfolk, had taken up their residence.  His lordship, who was dressed in a full uniform, with three stars on his breast, and two gold medals, was welcomed by repeated huzzas from a prodigious crowd, who had followed the carriage from the moment they knew who was arrived.  These affectionate testimonies of public regard, were most courteously returned by his lordship, who bowed continually to the enraptured multitude.  Every eye beamed with pleasure to behold him; every heart exulted in the possession of such a hero; every tongue implored blessings from Heaven on the honoured protector of his country.  If these were the obvious feelings of those who could boast no nearer affinity than that of being the fellow-subjects of this exalted man, what was not to be expected from such as were closely allied to him by the ties of blood:  the father, from whom he derived his existence; the wife, whom he had so disinterestedly selected from society, to participate in all his earthly honours and enjoyments?  That his worthy father did, indeed, receive him with a heart which overflowed with paternal love, is not to be doubted:  to the Christian and the father, however, was he indebted for the ardent and sincere embrace; while the tear of rapture was blended with that of regret, drawn by imputations of apprehended private guilt dreadfully detracting from the honourable list of his son’s known public virtues.  The duteous hero, unconscious of crime, happily perceived not, in his beloved father, any symptoms of suspicion.  At the obvious coldness of her ladyship, however, the warmth of his affectionate heart felt a petrifying chill, which froze for ever the genial current of supreme regard that had hitherto flowed with purity through the inmost recesses of his soul.  This is a topic which must, for evident reasons, be touched with a tender hand.  Woe to the woman who, wedded to a man with superlative merits, whatever they may be, which are acknowledged and admired by all the world, feels alone insensible of her husband’s transcendent worth!  Where there is genius, the warmth of affection is seldom wanting; if it be not returned with ardour, it kindles into a fierce and dangerous flame.  Lady Nelson’s ideas were so little congenial with those of his lordship, that she is said never to have asked him a single question relative to that glorious victory which had so astonished the world.  On the contrary, all the scandalous insinuations, and licentious remarks, with which the Jacobinical foreign journalists had filled their pestiferous pages, relative to our hero and his friends in Italy, and which had found their way into the most thoughtless and depraved of our own newspapers, were preserved for his lordship’s immediate amusement.  Without introducing the reader behind the sacred veil