I wrote you, my Dearest Emma, this morning, by way of Lisbon; but
a boat, which is going to Torbay, having brought out a cargo of
potatoes, will I think get home before the Lisbon packet. I shall
only say--_Guzelle Gannam Justem_--and that I love you beyond all the
world! This may be read by French, Dutch, Spanish, or Englishmen; for
it comes from the heart of, my Emma, your faithful and affectionate

NELSON & BRONTE.

I think the gentry will soon come out. I cannot say more by such a
conveyance.




LETTER LVI.


Victory, October 13, 1804.

MY DEAREST EMMA,

The dreadful effects of the yellow fever, at Gibraltar, and many parts
of Spain, will naturally give you much uneasiness; till you hear
that, thank God, we are entirely free from it, and in the most perfect
health, not one man being ill in the fleet. The cold weather will, I
hope, cure the disorder.

Whilst I am writing this letter, a cutter is arrived from England with