11th Jan. [1792.]

I have just received your letter--and, as I always do--with infinite
pleasure.

I hope you received twelve wood-biddies, to-day; and, to-morrow, you
will have a wild boar: all left to your discretion.

No talk of returning, yet. We must complete sixteen days shooting, and
one day has been lost by bad weather.

We had a good day, and tolerable sport. I have killed two, and one the
largest boar I have seen yet here.

Vincenzo, they say, will be well in a day or two, as it is only a
cold; I fear, it is more serious.

The King has killed twenty-one boars to-day, and is quite happy.

The Germans all drink tea with me every evening. Lamberg is better.

Adieu, my ever dear Emma! We are always in a hurry; though we have,
absolutely, nothing to do, but kill, examine, and weigh, wild boars.

I assure you, that I shall rejoice when I can embrace you once more. A
picture would not content me; your image is more strongly represented
on my heart, than any that could be produced by human art.

Your most affectionate husband,