I wrote to you, on the 6th, _viâ_ Rosas: this goes by Barcelona; to
which place I am sending Sir William Bolton, to fetch Dr. Scott, who
is gone there, poor fellow, for the benefit of his health!

I have just had very melancholy letters from the King and Queen of
Naples, on account of General Acton's going to Sicily.

The insolence of Buonaparte was not to be parried without a war; for
which they are unable, if unassisted.

I have letters from Acton, May 28, on board the Archimedes, just going
into Palermo. He will probably return to Naples, unless new events
arise: and that may be; for a minister, once out, may find some
difficulty in renewing his post. He has acted with great and becoming
spirit.

I am better, but I have been very unwell. It blows, here, as much as
ever. Yesterday was a little hurricane of wind.

I dare say, Prince Castelcicala knows it by express; if not, you may
tell him, with my best respects. He, and every one else, may be sure
of my attachment to those good sovereigns. By this route, I do not
choose to say more on this subject.

With my kindest regards to Horatia and your good mother, Charlotte,
Miss C. and all our friends, believe me, my dear Emma, for ever, your
most faithful and affectionate

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