MY DEAR MADAM,

Yesterday, I wrote to you just in time to save the post: but, whether
that letter, or even this, reach you, I have my doubts--if they do
not, you have only yourself to blame; for I cannot, for the soul of
me, make out the name of the place. You have been in such a hurry,
when writing it, that it really is not legible; and I do not
sufficiently know Norfolk, to guess at it.

I did yesterday, as I shall this--imitate your writing, leaving it to
the Post-Office gentlemen to find it out.

I acquainted you, that I would take care to obey your wishes, and hold
back your check on Coutts and Co. till such time as it would be quite
convenient to yourself, and you tell me to send it for payment.

Your mind may be perfectly at ease on that score: as, indeed, it may
in every thing in which you have to do with me--though we do, now and
then, differ a little in trifles; but, not in essentials: having
one, only one, object in mind, that of the comforts, and ultimate
happiness, of our dear--_your_ beloved Nelson; for whom, what would
you or I not do?

What a world of matter is now in agitation! Every thing is big with
events; and soon, very soon, I hope to see--what I have long desired,
and anxiously [been] waiting for--an event to contribute to the glory,
the independency, of our Nelson.

I still hope, ere Christmas, to see him: that hope founded on the