I am so sea-sick, that I cannot write another line; except, to
say--God Almighty bless you, my dearest beloved Emma! prays, ever,
your faithful

NELSON & BRONTE.




LETTER XLII.


Victory, April 2d, 1804.

I have, my Dearest Beloved Emma, been so uneasy for this last month;
desiring, most ardently, to hear of your well doing!

Captain Capel brought me your letters, sent by the Thisbe, from
Gibraltar. I opened--opened--found none but December, and early in
January. I was in such an agitation! At last, I found one without a
date: which, thank God! told my poor heart, that you was recovering;
but, that dear little Emma was no more! and, that Horatia had been so
very ill--it all together upset me.

But, it was just at bed-time; and I had time to reflect, and be
thankful to God for sparing you and our dear Horatia. I am sure,
the loss of one--much more, both--would have drove me mad. I was so
agitated, as it was, that I was glad it was night, and that I could be
by myself.