MY DEAR EMMA! DEAREST, BEST, FRIEND OF NELSON,

Sir William is arrived, and well; remember me kindly to him. I should
have had the pleasure of seeing him, but for _one of my lords and
masters_, TROUBRIDGE; therefore, I am sure, neither you or Sir William
will feel obliged to him.

The weather is very bad, and I am very sea-sick. I cannot answer
your letter, probably; but I am writing a line, to get on shore, if
possible: indeed, I hardly expect that your letter can get afloat.

I entreat you, my dear friend, to work hard for me, and get the
house and furniture; and I will be so happy to lend it to you and Sir
William!

Therefore, if you was to take the Duke's house, _a cake house_, open
to every body he pleases, you had better have a booth at once; you
never could rest one moment quiet. Why did not the Duke assist Sir
William, when he wanted his assistance? why not have saved you from
the distress, which Sir William must every day feel, in knowing that
his excellent wife sold her jewels to get a house for him; whilst his
own relations, great as they are in the foolish world's eye, would
have left a man of his respectability and age, to have lodged in the
streets. Did the Duke, or any of them, give him a house _then_?

Forgive me! you know if any thing sticks in my throat, it must out.
Sir William owes his life to you; which, I believe, he will never
forget.