confined.

Amuse yourself, my dearest Emma, and never doubt of my love. Your's,
ever,

W.H.




VII.


Persano, [Tuesday]
Jan. 10th, 1792.

The day has been so thoroughly bad, that we have not been able to stir
out; and the King, of course, in bad humour. I am not sorry to have a
day's repose, and I have wrote my letters for to-morrow's post.

Lamberg is still in bed with a fever, and Prince Ausberg's eyes are
a little inflamed with cold and fatigue. My cold was renewed a little
yesterday; but a good night's rest, and quiet to-day, has set all to
rights again.

Vincenzo was so bad, yesterday, that he could not follow me, and was
blooded. He is better, to-day; but he will never serve more, except to
load my guns at the post. He cannot walk a mile, without being out of
breath.