when, I hope, we shall have peace, or such an universal war as will
upset that vagabond, Buonaparte.

I have been tolerable well, till this last bad weather, which has
given me pains in my breast; but, never mind, all will be well when I
get to Merton.

Admiral Campbell, who is on board, desires to be remembered to you.
He does not like much to stay here, after my departure. Indeed, we all
draw so well together in the fleet, that I flatter myself the sorrow
for my departure will be pretty general.

Admiral Murray will be glad to get home; Hardy is as good as ever; and
Mr. Secretary Scott is an excellent man.

God bless you, my dearest Emma! and, be assured, I am ever your most
faithful and affectionate

N. & B.

Kiss dear Horatia. I hope she is at Merton, _fixed_.




LETTER LV.


Victory, October 7, [1804.]
2 P.M.