June 16, Seven o’Clock.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
What a difference but it
was to be from your house to a boat!
Fresh breeze of wind, the ship four
or five leagues from the mole; getting on board into
truly a hog-stye of a cabin, leaking like a sieve,
consequently floating with water. What a change!
Not a felucca near us. I saw
them come out this morning, but they think there is
too much wind and swell.
Pray, do not keep the cutter; as I
have not a thing, if any thing important should arrive,
to send you.
Only think of Tyson’s being left!
May God bless you, my dear Lady; and
believe me, ever, your truly affectionate and sincere
friend,
NELSON.
Lady Hamilton Put the candlestick
on my writing-table.