s. Cadogan, say every thing that is kind; and to all our other
friends: and, be assured, I am, for ever and ever, your's, and only
your's,

NELSON & BRONTE.

As I know that all the Mediterranean letters are cut and smoaked,
and perhaps read, I do not send you a little letter in this; but your
utmost stretch of fancy cannot imagine _more_ than I feel towards my
own dear Emma.

God bless you! _Amen._

LETTER LIX.

Victory, off Plymouth, September 17th,
[1805.] Nine o'Clock in the Morning.
Blowing fresh at W.S.W. dead foul
wind.

I sent, my own Dearest Emma, a letter for you, last night, in a Torbay
boat, and gave the man a guinea to put it in the Post-Office.

We have had a nasty blowing night, and it looks very dirty.

I am now signalizing the ships at Plymouth to join me; but, I rather
doubt their ability to get to sea. However, I have got clear of
Portland, and have Cawsand Bay and Torbay under the lee.

I intreat, my dear Emma, that you will chear up; and we will look
forward to many, many happy years, and be surrounded by our children's
children. God Almighty can, when he pleases, remove the impediment.

My heart and soul is with you and Horatia.

I got this line ready, in case a boat should get alongside.

For ever, ever, I am your's, most devotedly,

NELSON & BRONTE.

Mr. Rose said, he would write to Mr. Bolton, if I was sailed; but, I
have forgot to give him the direction: but I will send it, to-day. I
think, I shall succeed very soon, if not at this moment.

Wednesday, September 18th,
off the Lizard.

I had no opportunity of sending your letter yesterday, nor do I see
any prospect at present. The Ajax and Thunderer are joining; but, it
is nearly calm, with a swell from the westward. Perseverance has got
us thus far; and the same will, I dare say, get us on.

Thomas seems to do very well, and content.

Tell Mr. Lancaster, that I have no doubt that his son will do very
well.

God bless you, my own Emma!

I am giving my letters to Blackwood, to put on board the first vessel
he meets going to England, or Ireland.

Once more, Heavens bless you! Ever, for ever, your

NELSON & BRONTE.

LETTER LX.

Victory, October 1st, 1805.

MY DEAREST EMMA,

It is a relief to me, to take up the pen, and write you a line; for I
have had, about four o'clock this morning, one of my dreadful spasms,
which has almost enervated me.

It is very odd! I was hardly ever