he will yet do well!

You ask me, my dear friend, if I am going on more expeditions? And,
even if I was to forfeit your friendship, which is dearer to me than
all the world, I can tell you nothing.

For, I go out; [if] I see the enemy, and can get at them, it is my
duty: and you would naturally hate me, if I kept back one moment.

I long to pay them, for their tricks t'other day, the debt of a
drubbing, which, surely, I'll pay: but _when, where, or how_, it is
impossible, your own good sense must tell you, for me or mortal man to
say.

I shall act not in a rash or hasty manner; that you may rely, and on
which I give you my word of honour.

Just going off. Ever, for ever, your faithful

NELSON & BRONTE.

Every kind thing to Mrs. Nelson.




LETTER XVI.


Medusa, Downs, August 31st, 1801.