e weather is set in fine again, he
hopes I shall get _walks_ on shore. He is, I suppose, laughing at me;
but, never mind.

I agree with you, in wishing Sir William had a horse. Why don't you
send to the Duke, for a poney for him.

I am just parting with four of my ships--Captains Conn, Rowley,
Martin, and Whitter--who are proceeding to the Nore, in their way to
be paid off.

The surf is still so great on the beach, that I could not land dry, if
it was necessary, to-day; but, I hope, it will be smooth on Thursday:
if not, I must go in a boat to Dover, and come from thence to Deal.

Sutton says, he will get the Amazon under sail, and carry me down;
for, that I shall not take cold: Bedford goes with a squadron to
Margate; so that all our party will be broke up. I am sure, to many of
them, I feel truly obliged.

Make my kindest respects to Sir William; and believe me, ever, your
most faithful and affectionate

NELSON & BRONTE.

I wish Banti was separated from Charles, for he is a knowing one. I
wish I could get him with a good Captain, who would keep him strict to
his duty.

Hardy cannot get paid a hundred pounds he advanced for Mr. Williams's
nephew.

Many thanks for Mrs. Nelson's letters.

The Reverend Doctor likes going about. Only think of his wanting to
come up with an address of thanks! Why, [the] King will not receive
him, although he is a Doctor; and less, for being my brother--for,
they certainly do not like me.

LETTER XXIX.

Amazon, October 20th, 1801.

MY DEAREST FRIEND,

Only two days more, the Admiralty could, with any conscience, keep me
here; not that I think, they have had any conscience.

I dare say, Master Troubridge is grown fat. I know, I am grown lean,
with my complaint: which, but for their indifference about my health,
would never have happened; or, at least, I should have got well, long
ago, in a warm room, with a good fire, and sincere friends.

I believe, I leave this little squadron with sincere regret, and with
the good wishes of every creature in it.

How I should laugh, to see you, my dear friend, rowing in a boat; the
beautiful Emma rowing a one-armed Admiral in a boat! It will certainly
be caricatured.

Well done, farmer's wife! I'll bet your turkey against Mrs. Nelson's;
but, Sir William and I will decide.

Hardy says, you may be sure of him; and, that he has not lost his
appetite.

You will make us rich, with your economy.

I did not think, tell S