To Mrs. Cadogan, say every thing that is kind; and to all our other
friends: and, be assured, I am, for ever and ever, your's, and only
your's,

NELSON & BRONTE.

As I know that all the Mediterranean letters are cut and smoaked,
and perhaps read, I do not send you a little letter in this; but your
utmost stretch of fancy cannot imagine _more_ than I feel towards my
own dear Emma.

God bless you! _Amen._




LETTER LIX.


Victory, off Plymouth, September 17th,
[1805.] Nine o'Clock in the Morning.
Blowing fresh at W.S.W. dead foul
wind.

I sent, my own Dearest Emma, a letter for you, last night, in a Torbay
boat, and gave the man a guinea to put it in the Post-Office.

We have had a nasty blowing night, and it looks very dirty.