To the Duke, and Lord William, say every thing which is kind; and to
Mrs. Nelson.

I am so dreadfully sea-sick, that I cannot hold up my head!




LETTER XVII.


September 21st, [1801.]
Quarter past Ten o'Clock.

MY DEAR EMMA,

I wish you would send the letter to Mrs. Dod's, directly; for,
otherwise, he may, inadvertently.

If done, and it comes to London, deliver some of the things. The
wardrobe is her's; and if any of her clothes are at Mr. Dod's, they
had better be separated from mine--and, indeed, what things are worth
removing--to have them directly sent to Merton. A bed, or two, I
believe, belong to my father; but, am not sure.

I send you Dr. Baird's comfortable note, this moment received.

You will [find] Parker is treated like an infant. Poor fellow! I
trust, he will get well, and take possession of his room at the farm.