ir William, that impudence had got such deep
root in Wales. I send you the letter, as a curiosity; and to have the
impudence to recommend a midshipman!

It is not long ago, a person from Yorkshire desired me to lend him
three hundred pounds, as he was going to set up a school!

Are these people mad; or, do they take me for quite a fool?

However, I have wisdom enough to laugh at their folly; and to be,
myself, your most obliged and faithful friend,

NELSON & BRONTE.

Best regards to Sir William, Mrs. Cadogan, and all friends.

LETTER XXX.

Amazon, October 21st, 1801.

MY DEAREST FRIEND,

It blows strong from the westward, and is a very dirty day, with a
good deal of surf on the beach; but Hardy and Sutton recommended my
going on shore this morning, as they believe it may blow a heavy gale
to-morrow. But, what comfort could I have had, for two whole days, at
Deal?

I hope the morning will be fine: but I have ordered a Deal boat, as
they understand the beach better than our's; and, if I cannot land
here, I shall go to Ramsgate Pier, and come to Deal in a carriage.

Has Mrs. Cadogan got my Peer's robe? for I must send for Mr. Webb, and
have it altered to a Viscount's.

Lord Hood wrote to me, to-day, and he is to be one of my introducers.
He wanted me to dine with him the 24th; but I'll be damned if I dine
from home that day, and it would be as likely we should dine out the
23d.

If you and Sir William ever wish me to dine with his brother, it must
be the time of a very small party; for it would be worse than death to
me, to dine in so large a party.

I expect, that all animals will increase where you are, for I never
expect that you will suffer any to be killed.

I am glad Sir William has got the Duke's poney; riding will do him
much good.

I am sorry to tell you, that Dr. Baird is so ill, that I am told it is
very probable he may never recover.

This place is the devil's, for dreadful colds: and I don't believe I
should get well all the winter; for both cough, and bowels, are still
very much out of order.

You are now writing your last letter for Deal; so am I, for Merton,
from Deal: at least, I hope so; for, if I can help it, I will not
return to it.

I have much to do, being the last day on board; but ever, my dearest
friend, believe me your truly affectionate

NELSON & BRONTE.

I am literally starving with cold; but my heart is warm.

I suppose I shall dine with Lutwidge: bu