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