t 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 s