all our services and abilities, to bring about an honourable peace,
nothing should prevent my being the bearer of my own letter. But, my
dear friend, I know you are so true and loyal an Englishwoman, that
you would hate those who would not stand forth in defence of our King,
laws, religion, and all that is dear to us.

It is your sex that make us go forth; and seem to tell us--"None but
the brave deserve the fair!" and, if we fall, we still live in the
hearts of those females. You are dear to us. It is your sex that
rewards us; it is your sex who cherish our memories; and you, my dear,
honoured friend, are, believe me, the _first_, the best, of your sex.

I have been the world around, and in every corner of it, and never yet
saw your equal, or even one which could be put in comparison with you.
You know how to reward virtue, honour, and courage; and never to ask
if it is placed in a Prince, Duke, Lord, or Peasant: and I hope, one
day, to see you, in peace, before I set out for Bronte, which I am
resolved to do.

Darby's is one of the ships sent out after the French squadron; I
shall, therefore, give the print to Hardy. I think, they might come by
the mail-coach, as a parcel, wrapped up round a stick; any print shop
will give you one: and direct it as my letters. The coach stops, for
parcels, at the White Bear, I believe, Piccadilly.

Pray, have you got any picture from Mrs. Head's? I hope, Mr. Brydon
has executed the frames to your satisfaction; the bill, he is directed
to send to me.

Only tell me, how I can be useful to you and Sir William; and believe,