What a time! I could not have thought it possible that I should have
been so long absent; unwell, and uncomfortable, in many respects.

However, when I calculate upon the French fleet's not coming to sea
for this summer, I shall certainly go for dear England, and a thousand
[times] dearer Merton. May Heavens bless you, my own Emma!

I cannot think where Sir William Bolton is got to; he ought to have
joined me, before this time.

I send you a trifle, for a birth-day's gift. I would to God, I could
give you more; but, I have it not!

I get no prize-money worth naming; but, if I have the good fortune
to meet the French fleet, I hope they will make me amends for all my
anxiety; which has been, and is, indescribable.

How is my dear Horatia? I hope you have her under your guardian wing,
at Merton. May God bless her!

Captain Layman is now upon his trial. I hope he will come clear, with
honour. I fear, it was too great confidence in his own judgment that
got him into the scrape; but it was impossible that any person living
could have exerted himself more, when in a most trying and difficult
situation.

March 10th.

Poor Captain L. has been censured by the court: but, I have my own