t I am not very desirous of
it; for I shall have Sutton, Bedford, and Hardy, with me.

You must prepare Banti's mother, as it is a peace, for some other line
of life than the navy. Yesterday, he sold a pair of silver buckles; he
would soon ruin poor Charles, who is really a well-disposed boy.

I never shall get warm again, I believe. I cannot feel the pen.

Make my kindest regards to Sir William, Mrs. Cadogan, Oliver, &c.
Sutton, Hardy, and Bedford, all join in kind remembrances.

As Monday is Horace's birth-day, I suppose I must send him a one pound
note.

LETTER XXXI.

May 22d, [1803.]
Eight o'Clock in the Morning.

MY DEAREST EMMA,

We are now in sight of Ushant, and shall see Admiral Cornwallis in an
hour.

I am not in a little fret, on the idea that he may keep the Victory,
and turn us all into the Amphion. It will make it truly uncomfortable;
but, I cannot help myself.

I assure you, my dear Emma, that I feel a thorough conviction, that we
shall meet again, with honour, riches, and health, and remain together
till a good old age. I look at your and my God's Child's picture; but,
till I am sure of remaining here, I cannot bring myself to hang
them up. Be assured, that my attachment, and affectionate regard, is
unalterable; nothing can shake it! And, pray, say so to my dear Mrs.
T. when you see her. Tell her, that my love is unbounded, to her and
her dear sweet child; and, if she should have more, it will extend
to all of them. In short, my dear Emma, say every thing to her, which
your dear, affectionate, heart and head, can think of.

We are very comfortable. Mr. Elliot is happy, has quite recovered his
spirits; he was very low, at Portsmouth. George Elliot is very well;
say so, to Lord Minto. Murray, Sutton--in short, every body in the
ship, seems happy; and, if we should fall in with a French man-of-war,
I have no fears but they will do as we used to do.

Hardy is gone into Plymouth, to see our Dutchman safe. I think, she
will turn out a good prize.

Gaetano desires his duty to Miledi! He is a good man; and, I dare say,
will come back: for, I think, it cannot be a long war; just enough to
make me independent in pecuniary matters.

If the wind stands, on Tuesday we shall be on the coast of Portugal;
and, before next Sunday, in the Mediterranean.

To Mrs. Cadogan, say every kind thing; to good Mrs. Nelson, the
Doctor, &c. &c.

If you like, you may tell him about the entailing of th