Produced by Steven Gibbs, Stephen Ellison and the PG Online
Distributed Proofreading Team.
THE
Letters
OF
LORD NELSON
TO
LADY HAMILTON;
WITH A
SUPPLEMENT
OF
_INTERESTING LETTERS_,
BY
Distinguished Characters.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
* * * * *
London:
Printed by Macdonald and Son, Smithfield,
FOR THOMAS LOVEWELL & CO. STAINES HOUSE,
BARBICAN;
AND SOLD BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS.
1814.
ADVERTISEMENT.
In presenting to the Public the Letters of LORD NELSON to LADY
HAMILTON, something may justly be expected elucidatory of them.
Their mutual attachment is so generally known, that for the Editors
to have given notes, however desirable and explanatory, might not,
perhaps, have been deemed perfectly decorous.
They now stand on their own real merits. Some parts (though not very
numerous) have been suppressed, from the most honourable _feelings to
individuals_, as they would certainly have given pain.
That portion of Letters now offered to the BRITISH NATION, written
by the first of her _Naval Commanders_, will shew his most private
sentiments of _men_ and _measures_, of _countries_ and their _rulers_.
It is the duty of the Editors to state, that every letter has
been most accurately transcribed, and faithfully compared with the
_originals in their possession_.
Should our IMMORTAL HERO have expressed an erroneous opinion of some
individuals and of things, let us ever remember, they were written
(_often under the feelings of sickness and of disappointment_) by
him who so repeatedly fought, and almost as frequently bled, for _our
country_--for his "DEAR ENGLAND;" and let us never forget, that to him
we owe more than to any man for our existence as a great and powerful
Nation.
His country has truly honoured him; and it is not presumptuous in the
Editors to affirm, that his deeds will be remembered, not _only in
name_, but in _their consequences_, by our remotest posterity.
Were we to dedicate them, unto whom should we?--To the BRITISH NAVY;
as the genuine sentiments of a _true seaman_--the _first_ even of
their own _Heroes_; for NELSON could forego all private feelings, _all
selfish motives_, for that which will ever be the first object of a
truly great and brave man--the _glory and happiness of his country_.
Our task, which has, from various causes, been attended with more
difficulties than could be imagined, is thus far accomplished; and we
have the pleasure to inform the public, that a very large collection
of LORD NELSON'S _most important public and private correspondence_,
&c. with the most distinguished characters (_at home and abroad_) is
now in preparation for the press. Many of the documents will certainly
throw a light on political transactions at present _very imperfectly
understood_; and those which we intend to present to the world, we
doubt not, will be found more than usually interesting.
CONTENTS.
* * * * *
VOL. I.
* * * * *
LETTERS FROM LORD NELSON TO LADY HAMILTON.
LETTER I. Page 3
II. 7
III. 9
IV. 11
V. 13
VI. 15
VII. 18
VIII. 20
IX. 23
X. 28
XI. 32
XII. 34
XIII. 39
XIV. 44
XV. 48
XVI. 53
XVII. 58
XVIII. 60
XIX. 65
XX. 69
XXI. 74
XXII. 77
XXIII. 82
XXIV. 84
XXV. 88
XXVI. 89
XXVII. 91
XXVIII. 96
XXIX. 101
XXX. 104
XXXI. 108
XXXII. 113
XXXIII. 124
XXXIV. 130
XXXV. 133
XXXVI. 135
XXXVII. 147
XXXVIII. 152
XXXIX. 155
SUPPLEMENT.
_Letters from Lord Nelson to Mrs. Thomson_.
LETTER I. Page 173
II. 175
_Letters from Lady Hamilton to Lord Nelson_.
LETTER I. Page 181
II. 185
_Letters from the Reverend Edmund Nelson, (Lord
Nelson's Father) to Lady Hamilton_.
LETTER I. Page 189
II. 191
_Letters from the Reverend Dr. Nelson, now Earl
Nelson, to Lady Hamilton_.
LETTER I. 195
II. 199
III. 202
IV. 206
V. 210
VI. 213
_Letters from the Earl of St. Vincent to Lady Hamilton._
LETTER I. Page 217
II. 219
III. 222
IV. 225
V. 227
_Letters from Sir Alexander John Ball to Lady
Hamilton._
LETTER I. Page 233
II. 236
_Letters from the Earl of Bristol, Bishop of Derry
in Ireland, to Lady Hamilton_.
LETTER I. Page 241
II. 243
III. 245
IV. 248
V. 249
VI. 250
VII. 252
VIII. 253
IX. 255
X. 257
_Letter from the Honourable Charles Greville, Nephew
of Sir William Hamilton, to Lady Hamilton_.
Page 265
_Letters from Lady Hamilton to the Honourable
Charles Greville_.
LETTER I. Page 269
II. 273
THE
Letters
OF
LORD NELSON
TO
LADY HAMILTON.
THE Letters OF LORD NELSON TO LADY HAMILTON.
LETTER I.
Vanguard, off Malta,
Oct. 24, 1798.
MY DEAR MADAM,
After a long passage, we are arrived; and it is as I suspected--the
ministers at Naples know nothing of the situation of the island. Not
a house or bastion of the town is in possession of the islanders; and
the Marquis de Niza tells me, they want arms, victuals, and support.
He does not know, that any Neapolitan officers are in the island;
perhaps, although I have their names, none are arrived; and it is very
certain, by the Marquis's account, that no supplies have been sent by
the governors of Syracuse or Messina.
However, I shall and will know every thing as soon as the Marquis is
gone, which will be to-morrow morning. He says, he is very anxious to
serve under my command; and, by his changing his ship, it appears
as if he was so: however, I understand the trim of our English ships
better.
Ball will have the management of the blockade after my departure; as,
it seems, the Court of Naples think my presence may be necessary, and
useful, in the beginning of November.
I hope it will prove so; but, I feel, my duty lays at present in the
East; for, until I know the shipping in Egypt are destroyed, I shall
never consider the French army as completely sure of never returning
to Europe.
However, all my views are to serve and save the Two Sicilies; and
to do that which their Majesties may wish me, even against my own
opinion, when I come to Naples, and that country is at war. I shall
wish to have a meeting with General Acton on this subject.
You will, I am sure, do me justice with the Queen; for, I declare to
God, my whole study is, how to best meet her approbation.
May God bless you and Sir William! and ever believe me, with the most
affectionate regard, your obliged and faithful friend,
HORATIO NELSON.
I may possibly, but that is not certain, send in the inclosed letter.
Shew it to Sir William. This must depend on what I hear _and see_; for
I believe scarcely any thing I hear.
Once more, God bless you!
LETTER II.
[May 12, 1799.]
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Accept my sincere thanks for your kind letter. Nobody writes so
well: therefore, pray, say not you write ill; for, if you do, I will
say--what your goodness sometimes told me--"You l--e!" I can read, and
perfectly understand, every word you write.
We drank your and Sir William's health. Troubridge, Louis, Hallowell,
and the new Portuguese Captain, dined here. I shall soon be at
Palermo; for this business must very soon be settled.
No one, believe me, is more sensible of your regard, than your obliged
and grateful
NELSON.
I am pleased with little Mary; kiss her for me. I thank all the house
for their regard. God bless you all!
I shall send on shore, if fine, to-morrow; for the feluccas are going
to leave us, and I am sea-sick.
I have got the piece of wood for the tea-chest; it shall soon be sent.
Pray, present my humble duty and gratitude to the Queen, for all
her marks of regard; and assure her, it is not thrown away on an
ungrateful soil.
LETTER III.
Vanguard, May 19, 1799,
Eight o'Clock. Calm.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Lieutenant Swiney coming on board, enables me to send some blank
passports for vessels going to Procida with corn, &c. and also one for
the courier boat.
To tell you, how dreary and uncomfortable the Vanguard appears, is
only telling you, what it is to go from the pleasantest society to a
solitary cell; or, from the dearest friends, to no friends. I am now
perfectly the _great man_--not a creature near me. From my heart, I
wish myself the little man again!
You, and good Sir William, have spoiled me for any place but with you.
I love Mrs. Cadogan. You cannot conceive what I feel, when I call you
all to my remembrance. Even to Mira, do not forget your faithful and
affectionate
NELSON.
LETTER IV.
May 20, 1799.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Many thanks to you and Sir William for your kind notes. You will
believe I did not sleep much, with all my letters to read, &c. &c.
My letters from Lord St. Vincent are May 6th. He says--"We saw the
Brest squadron pass us yesterday, under an easy sail. I am making
every effort to get information to Lord Keith; who I have ordered
here, to complete their water and provisions. I conjecture, the French
squadron is bound for Malta and Alexandria, and the Spanish fleet for
the attack of Minorca."
I must leave you to judge, whether the Earl will come to us. I think
he will: but, _entre nous_, Mr. Duckworth means to leave me to my
fate. I send you (_under all circumstances_) his letter. Never mind;
if I can get my eleven sail together, they shall not hurt me.
God bless you, Sir William, and all our joint friends in your house;
Noble, Gibbs, &c. and believe me ever, for ever, your affectionate
friend,
NELSON.
LETTER V.
February 3, 1800.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Having a Commander in Chief, I cannot come on shore till I have made
_my manners_ to him. Times are changed; but, if he does not come on
shore directly, I will not wait.
In the mean time, I send Allen to inquire how you are. Send me word,
for I am anxious to hear of you. It has been no fault of mine, that I
have been so long absent. I cannot command; and, now, only obey.
Mr. Tyson, and the Consul, have not been able to find out the
betrothed wife of the Priore; although they were three days in their
inquiries, and desired the Neapolitan Consul to send to Pisa. I also
desired the Russian Admiral, as he was going to Pisa, to inquire if
the Countess Pouschkin had any letters to send to Palermo; but, as I
received none, I take for granted she had none to send.
May God bless you, my dear Lady; and be assured, I ever am, and shall
be, your obliged and affectionate
BRONTE NELSON.
LETTER VI.
Off La Valette, Feb. 20, 1800.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
Had you seen the Peer receive me, I know not what you would have done;
but, I can guess. But never mind! I told him, that I had made a vow,
if I took the Genereux by myself, it was my intention to strike my
flag. To which he made no answer.
If I am well enough, I intend to write a letter to Prince Leopold, and
to send him the French Admiral's flag; which I hope you will approve
of, as it was taken on the coast of his father's kingdom, and by as
faithful a subject as any in his dominions.
I have had no communication with the shore; therefore, have seen
neither Ball, Troubridge, or Graham: nor with the Lion; when I have,
I shall not forget all your messages, and little Jack. I only want to
know your wishes, that I may, at least, appear grateful, by attending
to them.
My head aches dreadfully, and I have none here to give me a moment's
comfort.
I send the packet to General Acton; as I think it may go quicker, and
he will be flattered by presenting the flag and letter to the Prince.
Malta, I think, will fall very soon, if these other corvettes do not
get in.
Pray, make my best regards acceptable to Mrs. Cadogan, Miss Knight,
little Mary Re Giovanni, Gibbs, &c. &c. and ever believe me your truly
faithful and affectionate
BRONTE NELSON.
LETTER VII.
June 16, [1800.] Seven o'Clock.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
What a difference--but it was to be--from your house to a boat!
Fresh breeze of wind, the ship four or five leagues from the mole;
getting on board into truly a hog-stye of a cabin, leaking like a
sieve, consequently floating with water. What a change!
Not a felucca near us. I saw them come out this morning, but they
think there is too much wind and swell.
Pray, do not keep the cutter; as I have not a thing, if any thing
important should arrive, to send you.
Only think of Tyson's being left!
May God bless you, my dear Lady; and believe me, ever, your truly
affectionate and sincere friend,
NELSON.
Lady Hamilton--Put the candlestick on _my_ writing-table.
LETTER VIII.
January 28, 1801.
What a fool I was, my dear Lady Hamilton, to direct that your cheering
letters should be directed for Brixham! I feel, this day, truly
miserable, in not having them; and, I fear, they will not come till
to-morrow's post.
What a blockhead, to believe any person is so active as myself! I
have this day got my orders, to put myself under Lord St. Vincent's
command: but, as no order is arrived to man the ship, it must be
Friday night, or Saturday morning, before she can sail for Torbay.
Direct my letters, now, to Brixham.
My eye is very bad. I have had the physician of the fleet to examine
it.
He has directed me not to write, (and yet I am forced, this day,
to write Lord Spencer, St. Vincent, Davison about my law-suit,
Troubridge, Mr. Locker, &c. but you are the only female I write to;)
not to eat any thing but the most simple food; not to touch wine or
porter; to sit in a dark room; to have green shades for my eyes--(will
you, my dear friend, make me one or two? Nobody else shall;)--and to
bathe them in cold water every hour. I fear, it is the writing has
brought on this complaint. My eye is like blood; and the film so
extended, that I only see from the corner farthest from my nose. What
a fuss about my complaints! But, being so far from my sincere friends,
I have leisure to brood over them.
I have this moment seen Mrs. Thomson's friend. Poor fellow! he seems
very uneasy and melancholy. He begs you to be kind to her; and I have
assured him of your readiness to relieve the dear good woman: and
believe me, for ever, my dear Lady, your faithful, attached, and
affectionate,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I will try and write the Duke a line. My brother intended to have gone
off to-morrow afternoon; but this half order may stop him.
LETTER IX.
San Josef, February 8th, 1801.
MY DEAR LADY,
Mr. Davison demands the privilege of carrying back an answer to your
kind letter; and, I am sure, he will be very punctual in the delivery.
I am not in very good spirits; and, except that our country demands
all our services and abilities, to bring about an honourable peace,
nothing should prevent my being the bearer of my own letter. But, my
dear friend, I know you are so true and loyal an Englishwoman, that
you would hate those who would not stand forth in defence of our King,
laws, religion, and all that is dear to us.
It is your sex that make us go forth; and seem to tell us--"None but
the brave deserve the fair!" and, if we fall, we still live in the
hearts of those females. You are dear to us. It is your sex that
rewards us; it is your sex who cherish our memories; and you, my dear,
honoured friend, are, believe me, the _first_, the best, of your sex.
I have been the world around, and in every corner of it, and never yet
saw your equal, or even one which could be put in comparison with you.
You know how to reward virtue, honour, and courage; and never to ask
if it is placed in a Prince, Duke, Lord, or Peasant: and I hope, one
day, to see you, in peace, before I set out for Bronte, which I am
resolved to do.
Darby's is one of the ships sent out after the French squadron; I
shall, therefore, give the print to Hardy. I think, they might come by
the mail-coach, as a parcel, wrapped up round a stick; any print shop
will give you one: and direct it as my letters. The coach stops, for
parcels, at the White Bear, I believe, Piccadilly.
Pray, have you got any picture from Mrs. Head's? I hope, Mr. Brydon
has executed the frames to your satisfaction; the bill, he is directed
to send to me.
Only tell me, how I can be useful to you and Sir William; and believe,
nothing could give me more pleasure: being, with the greatest truth,
my dear Lady, your most obliged and affectionate friend,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I am told, the moment St. George arrives, that I am to be tumbled out
of this ship; as the Ville de Paris is going to Plymouth, to be paid,
and the Earl will hoist his flag here: and if I am as fortunate in
getting a fresh-painted cabin, (which is probable) I shall be knocked
up. At all events, I shall be made very uncomfortable by this hurry.
It has been very good, and friendly, of Mr. Davison, to travel upwards
of two hundred miles, to make me a visit.
I rather think, the great Earl will not much like his not having
called on him; but his manner of speaking of Mr. Davison, for his
friendship to me, in the matter of the law-suit, Lord St. Vincent
states to my solicitors as offensive to him. Why should it? only that
Mr. Davison wishes that I should have justice done me, and not to be
overpowered by weight of interest and money.
Once more, God bless you and Sir William.
N. & B.
Sir Isaac Heard has gazetted Troubridge's, Hood, &c.'s honours; but
has not gazetted mine: and he has the King's orders for mine as much
as the others.
LETTER X.
No 2. San Josef, February 16th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
Your letters have made me happy, to-day; and never again will I scold,
unless you begin. Therefore, pray, never do; My confidence in you is
firm as a rock. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I cannot imagine, who can have stopped my Sunday's letter! That it has
been, is clear: and the seal of the other has been clearly opened; but
this might have happened from letters sticking together.
Your's all came safe; but the numbering of them will point out,
directly, if one is missing. I do not think, that any thing very
particular was in that letter which is lost.
Believe me, my dear friend, that Lady A. is as damned a w---- as ever
lived, and Mrs. W---- is a bawd! Mrs. U---- a foolish pimp; eat up
with pride, that a P---- will condescend to put her to expence. Only
do as I do; and all will be well, and you will be every thing I wish.
I thank you for your kindness to poor dear Mrs. Thomson. I send her a
note; as desired by her dear good friend, who doats on her.
I send you a few Lines, wrote in the late gale; which, I think, you
will not disapprove.
How interesting your letters are! You cannot write too much, or be too
particular.
* * * * *
Though ----'s polish'd verse superior shine,
Though sensibility grace every line;
Though her soft Muse be far above all praise.
And female tenderness inspire her lays:
Deign to receive, though unadorn'd
By the poetic art,
The rude expressions which bespeak
A Sailor's untaught heart!
A heart _susceptible_, sincere, and true;
A heart, by fate, and nature, torn in two:
One half, to duty and his country due;
The other, _better half_, to love and you!
Sooner shall Britain's sons resign
The empire of the sea;
Than Henry shall renounce his faith,
AND PLIGHTED VOWS, TO THEE!
And waves on wares shall cease to roll,
And tides forget to flow;
Ere thy true Henry's constant love,
Or ebb, or change, shall know.
The weather, thank God, is moderating.
I have just got a letter from the new Earl at the Admiralty, full of
compliments. But nothing shall stop my law-suit, and I hope to cast
him.
I trust, when I get to Spithead, there will be no difficulty in
getting leave of absence.
The letters on service are so numerous, from three days interruption
of the post, that I must conclude with assuring you, that I am, for
ever, your attached, and unalterably your's,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I shall begin a letter at night.
LETTER XI.
[March 1801.]
You say, my Dearest Friend, why don't I put my Chief forward? He has
put me in the front of the battle, and Nelson will be first. I could
say more; but will not make you uneasy, knowing the firm friendship
you have for me.
The St. George will stamp an additional ray of glory to England's
fame, if Nelson survives; and that Almighty Providence, who has
hitherto protected me in all dangers, and covered my head in the day
of battle, will still, if it be his pleasure, support and assist me.
Keep me alive, in your and Sir William's remembrance. My last thoughts
will be with you both, for you love and esteem me. I judge your hearts
by my own.
May the Great God of Heaven protect and bless you and him! is the
fervent prayer of your and Sir William's unalterable friend, till
death.
LETTER XII.
Friday Night, Nine o'Clock.
St. George. [March 1801.]
Having, my truly Dearest Friend, got through a great deal of business,
I am enabled to do justice to my private feelings; which are fixed,
ever, on you, and about you, whenever the public service does not
arrest my attention.
I have read all, all, your kind and affectionate letters: and have
read them frequently over; and committed them to the flames, much
against my inclination. There was one I rejoiced not to have read at
the time. It was, where you consented to dine and sing with * * * *.
Thank God, it was not so! I could not have borne it; and, now, less
than ever. But, I now know, he never can dine with you; for, you would
go out of the house sooner than suffer it: and, as to letting him hear
you sing, I only hope he will be struck deaf, and you dumb, sooner
than such a thing should happen! But, I know, it never now can.
You cannot think how my feelings are alive towards you; probably,
more than ever: and they never can be diminished. My hearty endeavours
shall not be wanting, to improve and to give US NEW ties of regard and
affection.
I have seen, and talked much with, Mrs. Thomson's friend. The fellow
seems to eat all my words, when I talk of her and his child! He says,
he never can forget your goodness and kind affection to her and his
dear, dear child. I have had, you know, the felicity of seeing it, and
a finer child never was produced by any two persons. It was, in truth,
a love-begotten child! I am determined to keep him on board; for, I
know, if they got together, they would soon have another. But, after
our two months trip, I hope, they will never be separated; and, then,
let them do as they please.
We are all bustle and activity. I shall sail, on Monday, after your
letter arrives. Troubridge will send it, as an Admiralty letter. On
Tuesday I shall be in the Downs, if we have any wind; and Troubridge
will send, under cover to Admiral Lutwidge.
It is not my intention to set my foot out of the ship, except to make
my take-leave bow to Admiral Milbank. I have been much pressed to dine
ashore: but, no; never, if I can help it, till I dine with you.
Eleven o'Clock.
Your dear letters just come on board. They are sympathetic with my own
feelings; and, I trust, we shall soon meet, to part no more!
Monday, I shall be here for letters; Tuesday, at Deal. Recollect,
I am, for ever, your's; aye, for ever, while life remains, your's,
your's faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I charge my only friend to keep well, and think of her Nelson's glory.
I have written to Lord Eldon, the Chancellor, as my brother desired.
Pray, as you are going to buy a ticket for the Pigot diamond--buy the
right number, or it will be money thrown away.
For ever, ever, your's, only your's.
Kindest regards to my dear Mrs. Thomson, and my God Child.
LETTER XIII.
Deal--[Shall be on board the Medusa
before this letter go from the Downs]--July
31, 1801.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
Did not you get my letter from Sheerness on Thursday morning, telling
you I was just setting off for Deal; as I have no letter from you of
yesterday, only those of Wednesday, which went to Sheerness? It has
been my damned blunder, and not your's; for which I am deservedly
punished, by missing one of your dear letters. They are my comfort,
joy, and delight.
My time is, truly, fully taken up, and my hand aches before night
comes.
I got to bed, last night, at half past nine; but the hour was so
unusual, that I heard the clock strike one. To say that I thought of
you, would be nonsense; for, you are never out of my thoughts.
At this moment, I see no prospect of my getting to London; but, very
soon, the business of my command will become so simple, that a child
may direct it.
What rascals your post-chaise people must be! They have been paid
every thing. Captain Parker has one receipt for seven pounds odd, and
I am sure that every thing is paid; therefore, do not pay a farthing.
The cart-chaise I paid at Dartford.
You need not fear all the women in this world; for all others, except
yourself, are pests to me. I know but one; for, who can be like my
Emma? I am confident, you will do nothing which can hurt my feelings;
and I will die by torture, sooner than do any thing which could offend
you.
Give ten thousand kisses to my dear Horatia.
Yesterday, the subject turned on the cow-pox. A gentleman declared,
that his child was inoculated with the cow-pox; and afterwards
remained in a house where a child had the small-pox the natural way,
and did _not_ catch it. Therefore, here was a full trial with the
cow-pox. The child is only feverish for two days; and only a slight
inflammation of the arm takes place, instead of being all over
_scabs_. But, do you what you please!
I did not get your newspapers; therefore, do not know what promise you
allude to: but this I know, I have _none_ made me.
The extension of the patent of peerage is going on; but the wording of
my brother's note, they have wrote for a meaning to. The patent must
be a new creation. First, to my father, if he outlives me; then to
William, and his sons; then to Mrs. Bolton, and her sons; and Mrs.
Matcham, and her's. Farther than that, I care not; it is far enough.
But it may never get to any of them; for the old patent may extend
by issue male of my own carcase: I am not so very old; and may marry
again, a wife more suitable to my genius.
I like the Morning Chronicle.
Ever, for ever, your's, only your,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Best regards to Mrs. Nelson, the Duke, and Lord William.
I have totally failed for poor Madame Brueys.
Bonaparte's wife is one of Martinique, and some plan is supposed to be
carried on.
LETTER XIV.
Sheerness, August 11th, 1801.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
I came from Harwich yesterday noon; not having set my foot on shore,
although the Volunteers, &c. were drawn up to receive me, and the
people ready to draw the carriage.
Parker had very near got all the honours; but I want none, but what
my dear Emma confers. You have sense to discriminate whether they are
deserved or no.
I came on shore; for my business lays with the Admiral, who lives in
a ship hauled on shore, and the Commisioner. Slept at Coffin's: and,
having done all that I can, am off for the Downs; to-day, if possible.
As far as September 14th, I am at the Admiralty's disposal; but, if
Mr. Buonaparte do not chuse to send his miscreants before that time,
my health will not bear me through equinoctial gales.
I wish that Sir William was returned; I would try and persuade him
to come to either Deal, Dover, or Margate: for, thus cut off from the
society of my dearest friends, 'tis but a life of sorrow and sadness.
But, _patienza per forza_!
I hope you will get the house. If I buy, no person can say--this
shall, or not, be altered; and, you shall have the whole arrangement.
Remember me most kindly to Mrs. Nelson, the Duke, and Lord William.
Write to me in the Downs.
May the Heavens bless and preserve you, for ever and ever! is the
constant prayer of, my dear Emma, your most affectionate and faithful
NELSON & BRONTE.
The Mayor and Corporation of Sandwich, when they came on board to
present me the freedom of that ancient town, requested me [to] dine
with them. I put them off for the moment, but they would not be let
off. Therefore, this business, _dreadful_ to me, stands over, and I
shall be attacked again when I get to the Downs. But I will not dine
there, without you say, approve; nor, perhaps, then, if I can get off.
Oh! how I hate to be stared at.
LETTER XV.
Deal, August 18th, 1801.
MY DEAREST EMMA,
Your dear, good, kind, and most affectionate letters, from Saturday to
last night, are arrived, and I feel all you say; and may Heaven bless
me, very soon, with a sight of your dear angelic face. You are a
nonpareil! No, not one fit to wipe your shoes. I am, ever have been,
and always will remain, your most firm, fixed, and unalterable friend.
I wish Sir William had come home a week ago, then I should have seen
you here.
I have this morning been attending the funeral of two young Mids: a
Mr. Gore, cousin of Capt. Gore, and a Mr. Bristow. One nineteen, the
other seventeen years of age.
Last night, I was all the evening in the Hospital, seeing that all was
done for the comfort of the poor fellows.
I am going on board; for nothing should keep me living on shore,
without you were here. I shall come in the morning, to see Parker, and
go on board again directly.
I shall be glad to see Oliver: I hope he will keep his tongue quiet,
about the tea-kettle; for, I shall not give it till I leave the
Medusa.
You ask me, what Troubridge wrote me? There was not a syllable about
you in it. It was about my not coming to London; at the importance of
which, I laughed: and, then, he said, he should never venture another
opinion. On which, I said--"Then, I shall never give you one." This
day, he has wrote a kind letter, and all is over.
I have, however, wrote him, in my letter of this day, as
follows--_viz._ "_And I am, this moment, as firmly of opinion as ever,
that Lord St. Vincent, and yourself, should have allowed of my coming
to town, for my own affairs; for, every one knows, I left it without a
thought for myself_."
I know, he likes to be with you: but, shall he have that felicity, and
_he_ deprive me of it? No; that he shall not!
But this business cannot last long, and I hope we shall have peace;
and, I rather incline to that opinion. But the Devil should not get me
out of the kingdom, without being some days with you.
I hope, my dear Emma, you will be able to find a house suited for my
comfort. I am sure of being HAPPY, by your arrangements.
I have wrote a line to Troubridge, about Darby.
Parker will write you a line of thanks, if he is able. I trust in God,
he will yet do well!
You ask me, my dear friend, if I am going on more expeditions? And,
even if I was to forfeit your friendship, which is dearer to me than
all the world, I can tell you nothing.
For, I go out; [if] I see the enemy, and can get at them, it is my
duty: and you would naturally hate me, if I kept back one moment.
I long to pay them, for their tricks t'other day, the debt of a
drubbing, which, surely, I'll pay: but _when, where, or how_, it is
impossible, your own good sense must tell you, for me or mortal man to
say.
I shall act not in a rash or hasty manner; that you may rely, and on
which I give you my word of honour.
Just going off. Ever, for ever, your faithful
NELSON & BRONTE.
Every kind thing to Mrs. Nelson.
LETTER XVI.
Medusa, Downs, August 31st, 1801.
MY DEAR EMMA! DEAREST, BEST, FRIEND OF NELSON,
Sir William is arrived, and well; remember me kindly to him. I should
have had the pleasure of seeing him, but for _one of my lords and
masters_, TROUBRIDGE; therefore, I am sure, neither you or Sir William
will feel obliged to him.
The weather is very bad, and I am very sea-sick. I cannot answer
your letter, probably; but I am writing a line, to get on shore, if
possible: indeed, I hardly expect that your letter can get afloat.
I entreat you, my dear friend, to work hard for me, and get the
house and furniture; and I will be so happy to lend it to you and Sir
William!
Therefore, if you was to take the Duke's house, _a cake house_, open
to every body he pleases, you had better have a booth at once; you
never could rest one moment quiet. Why did not the Duke assist Sir
William, when he wanted his assistance? why not have saved you from
the distress, which Sir William must every day feel, in knowing that
his excellent wife sold her jewels to get a house for him; whilst his
own relations, great as they are in the foolish world's eye, would
have left a man of his respectability and age, to have lodged in the
streets. Did the Duke, or any of them, give him a house _then_?
Forgive me! you know if any thing sticks in my throat, it must out.
Sir William owes his life to you; which, I believe, he will never
forget.
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!
LETTER XVII.
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.
LETTER XVIII.
Amazon, September 26, 1801.
Eight o'Clock.
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.
I dare say, Mr. Hazelwood acted, like all lawyers, whose only
consideration was for their client: but, I am sure, you will do, for
me, all the civil things towards Mrs. Greaves.
If I can afford to buy the Duck Close, and the field adjoining, it
would be pleasant; but, I fear, it is not in my power: but, I shall
know, when my accounts are settled, at New Year's Day.
To be sure, we shall employ the trades-people of our village, in
preference to any others, in what we want for common use, and give
them every encouragement to be kind and attentive to us.
From my heart, do I wish that I was with you: and it cannot be long;
for, to-day, I am far from well; violent head ache, and very cold;
but, it may be agitation.
Whatever, my dear Emma, you do for my little charge, I must be pleased
with. Probably, she will be lodged at Merton; at least, in the spring,
when she can have the benefit of our walks. It will make the poor
mother happy, I am sure.
I do not write to her to-day, as this goes through the Admiralty; but,
tell her all I would say. You know my unchangeable thoughts about her.
I shall have the child christened, when I come up.
Have we a nice church at Merton? We will set an example of goodness to
the under-parishioners.
Would to God, I was with you at Laleham. I shall never forget our
happiness at that place.
Mr. Davison will pay Mrs. Nelson fifty pounds, October 1st. I dare
say, Mr. Shakespeare has some orders about it.
I had, yesterday, a letter from my father; he seems to think, that he
may do something which I shall not like. I suppose, he means, going to
Somerset Street.
Shall I, to an old man, enter upon the detestable subject; it may
shorten his days. But, I think, I shall tell him, that I cannot go to
Somerset Street, to see him. But, I shall not write till I hear your
opinion.
If I once begin, you know, it will _all out_, about her, and her
ill-treatment to her son. But, you shall decide.
Our accounts of dear Parker, I fear, preclude all hopes of his
recovery.
It was my intention to have gone ashore this morning, to have called
on Admiral Lutwidge: but, the wind's coming fresh from the S.W. I have
declined it; for, I doubt, if I could get off again.
At ten o'clock, with your letters, came off Dr. Baird's note, to say
every hope was gone! I have desired, that his death should be sent,
by telegraph, to the Admiralty. They will, surely, honour his memory,
although they would not promote him.
What are our feelings, my dear Emma! but, we must cheer up: and, with
best regards to Mrs. Nelson, believe me ever, for ever, your most
affectionate,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Best regards to Sir William.
I send you the last report. Who knows!
LETTER XIX.
Amazon, October 8, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I do not expect, although I am writing, that any boat can communicate
with us to-day.
What can be the use of keeping me here? for, I can know nothing such
weather; and, what a change since yesterday! It came on, in one hour,
from the water like a mill-head, to such a sea as to make me very
unwell. If I had gone to make my visit, I could not have got off
again. I rejoice that I did not go.
Until I leave the station, I have no desire to go on shore; for, Deal
was always my abhorrence.
That Parker is a swindler. Langford owed our dear Parker twenty-five
pounds, of which there was no account; but Langford desired his agents
to pay Mr. Parker. Langford requested, that he would wait two or three
months, as it would be more convenient to him. To which the other
agreed--"Aye, as long as you please." He got one pound eleven
shillings and sixpence from Samuel, by casting his account wrong. The
first thing he does, is to desire Langford's agents to pay thirty-four
pounds for Langford, nine pounds more than the debt. He is worse than
a public thief. His conduct to me was, absolutely, the worst species
of thieving; for, it was under false pretences. He sent Dr. Baird on
board, to me, to say that, in London, his pocket book was stole, in
which was twenty pounds; and begged my assistance to get him home; and
that he had not a farthing to buy mourning for his dear son. At this
time, he had forty-seven pounds in his pocket, besides what he had
sold of his son's. He has behaved so unlike a gentleman, but very like
a blackguard, to both Captain Sutton, Bedford, and Hardy, I am
now clear that he never lost one farthing, and that the whole is
a swindling trick. So, you see, my dear friend, how good-nature is
imposed upon. I am so vexed, that he should have belonged to our dear
Parker!
I have now done with the wretch, for ever. I hope he has got nothing
from you; and, if you have promised him any thing, _do not send it_.
Ten o'Clock.
Your kind letters are arrived. I rejoice that you have got into
Merton. I hope to get the letter on shore; but, it is very uncertain.
Ministry, my dearest friend, think very differently of my services
from you! But, never mind; I shall soon have done with them afloat.
Make my kindest regards to Sir William, and all our friends; and
believe me, ever, your faithful and affectionate
NELSON & BRONTE.
I have just got a very kind letter from Captain Read. He says, he
will come and see me, be where it will. He inquired after you and Sir
William.
LETTER XX.
Amazon, Ten o'Clock,
October 12, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
This being a very fine morning, and smooth beach, at eight o'clock,
I went with Sutton and Bedford, and landed at Walmer; but found Billy
fast asleep: so, left my card; walked the same road that we came, when
the carriage could not come with us that night; and all rushed into
my mind, and brought tears into my eyes. Ah! how different to walking
with such a friend as you, Sir William, and Mrs. Nelson.
Called at the barracks, on Lord George; but, he is gone to London.
From thence to the Admiral's, found him up; and, waiting half an hour
to see Mrs. Lutwidge, who entreated me to stay dinner, came directly
on board.
I did not even call to see poor Langford; who has been worse these few
days past, and God knows when he will be well. I am afraid it will be
a long time; for several pieces of bone are lately come away, and more
to come.
But Troubridge has so completely prevented my ever mentioning any
body's service, that I am become a cypher, and he has gained a victory
over Nelson's spirit. I am kept here; for what, he may be able to
tell, I cannot: but long it cannot, shall not, be.
Sutton and Bedford are gone a tour, till dinner time: but nothing
shall make me, but almost force, go out of the ship again, till I have
done; and the Admiralty, in charity, will be pleased to release me.
I am, in truth, not over well. I have a complaint in my stomach
and bowels, but it will go off. If you was here, I should have some
rhubarb; but, as you are not, I shall go without.
Sutton has sent into Yorkshire, for a cow that, in the spring, will
give fourteen pounds of butter a week; and, he has given Allen the
finest goat I ever saw. The latter, I am afraid, will be troublesome.
Just as I was coming off, I received your packet; and thank you, from
my heart, for all your kindness.
What can Reverend Sir want to be made a Doctor for? He will be laughed
at, for his pains!
I thank you for the King's letters, I shall write a kind line to
Castelcicala, and answer the King's, very soon: and, write to Acton;
for he can make Bronte every thing to me, if he pleases. I dare say,
I did wrong, never to write him; but, as he treated Sir William
unkindly, I never could bring myself to it.
I am glad the Duke has been to see you; and taking plants from him, is
nothing. Make my kindest remembrances to him.
I would have every body like your choice; for, I am sure, you have as
fine a taste in laying out land, as you have in music. I'll be damned,
if Mrs. Billington can sing so well as you. She may have stage trick,
but you have pure nature.
I always say every thing, for you and Sir William. I wish you had
translated the King's and Acton's letters, Banti cannot.
I may be able to dispose of Charles, but not of the other, and he
would corrupt Charles.
For ever yours,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Mrs. Lutwidge inquires always particularly after you. We all laugh,
and say she is more fond of soldiers than ever, since General Don has
shewn her how he would keep off the French!
LETTER XXI.
Amazon, October 15th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I have received all your letters of yesterday, and the one sent from
the post at Merton; and, also, one mis-sent to Poole: but I do not
write direct to Merton, till I hear that mine to Sir William, sent
yesterday, gets to you before those by London.
The Admiralty will not give me leave, till the 22d; and, then, only
ten days. What a set of beasts!
My cold is now got into my head; and I have such dreadful pain in my
teeth, that I cannot hold up my head: but none of them cares a damn
for me or my sufferings; therefore, you see, I cannot discharge my
steward.
And yet, I think, upon consideration, that I will send up all my
things, and take my chance as to their sending me down again. What
do you think? At all events, every thing except my bed. I have
table-spoons, forks, every thing; at least, I shall have, soon, two
hundred pounds worth.
What a b---- that Miss Knight is! As to the other, I care not what she
says.
My poor dear father is wrong. But more of this, when we meet: which
will be Friday, the 23d, at farthest; if possible, the 22d. But, the
Admiralty are hard upon me.
I am sorry to hear, that you have been ill: and my cold is so
dreadfully bad, that I cannot hold up my head; and am so damned stupid
that you must, my dear friend, forgive my letter.
Admiral Lutwidge is going to Portsmouth. Sir William Parker is going
to be tried, for something.
Make my kindest respects to Sir William; and believe me, ever, your's
most faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I have wrote a line to Merton.
Excuse my letter.
LETTER XXII.
Amazon October 16th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
It being a very fine morning, and the beach smooth, I went to call on
Admiral Lutwidge, and returned on board before ten o'clock.
Mrs. Lutwidge is delighted with your present. Sutton, &c. were called
forth to admire it. She joins in abusing the Admiralty. She pressed me
very much to dine with them at three o'clock; but, I told her I would
not dine with the angel Gabriel, to be dragged through a night surf!
Her answer was, that she hoped soon I should dine with an angel, for
she was sure you was one. In short, she adores you; but, who does not?
You are so good, so kind, to every body; old, young, rich, or poor, it
is the same thing!
I called on poor Langford; who has a long time to look forward to, for
getting well; he told me your goodness, in writing him a line: and I
called upon Dr. Baird; he disapproves of rhubarb, and has prescribed
magnesia and peppermint: and I called on Mr. Lawrence. So, you see, I
did much business in one hour I was on shore.
Civility to Lutwidge was proper for me; and, indeed, my duty.
The moment I got your letters, off I came, and have read them with
real pleasure. They have made me much better, I think; at least, I
feel so.
I admire the pigs and poultry. Sheep are certainly most beneficial to
eat off the grass. Do _you_ get paid for them; and take care that they
are kept on the premises all night, for that is the time they do good
to the land. They should be folded. Is your head man a good person,
and true to our interest? I intend to have a farming book. I am glad
to hear you get fish; not very good ones, I fancy.
It is, I thank God, only six days before I shall be with you, and to
be shewn all the beauties of Merton. I shall like it, leaves or no
leaves.
No person there can take amiss our not visiting. The answer from me
will always be very civil thanks, but that I wish to live retired. We
shall have our sea friends; and, I know, Sir William thinks they are
the best.
I have a letter from Mr. Trevor, begging me to recommend a youngster
for him; but, none before your Charles.
Banti, I suppose, must return; but, at present, we know not what ships
are to be kept in commission.
I have a letter from a female relation of mine. She has had three
husbands; and he, Mr. Sherstone, three wives. Her brother, a Nelson, I
have been trying, ever since I have been in England, to get promoted.
The last and present Admiralty promised. I never saw the man; he is in
a ship in the North Seas, forty-five years of age.
I have a letter from Troubridge, recommending me to wear flannel
shirts. Does he care for me? _No_; but, never mind. They shall work
hard, to get me back again.
Remember me, kindly, to Sir William, the Duke, and all friends; and
believe me, ever, your most affectionate
NELSON & BRONTE.
Do you ever see Castelcicala? He is a good man, and faithful to his
master and mistress.
LETTER XXIII.
Amazon, October 16th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I send you a letter for Allen's wife; and one for Germany, which I
wish you would make Oliver put in the Foreign Post Office, and pay
what is necessary.
I would send you the letter to which it is an answer, but it would
be over-weight. It is all compliments; and, the man says, it is all
truth.
The wind is freshened cold, but very fine day.
Best regards to Sir William, Mrs. Cadogan, Mr. Oliver, and all
friends.
For ever, your's faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I have a letter from Reverend Doctor--he is as big as if he was a
Bishop; and one from the Bedel of the university, to say how well he
preached. I hope you ordered something good for him, for those big
wigs love eating and drinking.
LETTER XXIV.
Amazon, October 17th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
Although my complaint has no danger attending it, yet it resists the
medicines which Dr. Baird has prescribed; and, I fancy, it has pulled
me down very much.
The cold has settled in my bowels. I wish the Admiralty had my
complaint: but, they have no bowels; at least, for me.
I had a very indifferent night, but your and Sir William's kind
letters have made me feel better.
I send you a letter from Lord Pelham. I shall certainly attend; and
let them see, that I may be useful in council as I have been in the
field. We must submit; and, perhaps, these Admiralty do this by me, to
prevent another application.
You may rely, that I shall be with you by dinner, on Friday; at half
past three, or four at farthest.
I shall not dine with Pitt, as Mr. and Mrs. Long are staying there.
Not that I ever saw her in my life, nor care if I never do.
I pray that I may not be annoyed, on my arrival: it is retirement with
my friends, that I wish for.
Thank Sir William, kindly, for his letter; and the inclosure, which I
return.
Sutton is much pleased with your letter; and, with Bedford, will
certainly make you a visit. They are both truly good and kind to me.