Amazon, October 15th, 1801.
MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I have received all your letters of
yesterday, and the one sent from the post at Merton;
and, also, one mis-sent to Poole: but I do
not write direct to Merton, till I hear that mine
to Sir William, sent yesterday, gets to you before
those by London.
The Admiralty will not give me leave,
till the 22d; and, then, only ten days. What
a set of beasts!
My cold is now got into my head; and
I have such dreadful pain in my teeth, that I cannot
hold up my head: but none of them cares a damn
for me or my sufferings; therefore, you see, I cannot
discharge my steward.
And yet, I think, upon consideration,
that I will send up all my things, and take my chance
as to their sending me down again. What do you
think? At all events, every thing except my bed.
I have table-spoons, forks, every thing; at least,
I shall have, soon, two hundred pounds worth.
What a b that
Miss Knight is! As to the other, I care not what
she says.
My poor dear father is wrong.
But more of this, when we meet: which will be
Friday, the 23d, at farthest; if possible, the 22d.
But, the Admiralty are hard upon me.
I am sorry to hear, that you have
been ill: and my cold is so dreadfully bad, that
I cannot hold up my head; and am so damned stupid
that you must, my dear friend, forgive my letter.
Admiral Lutwidge is going to Portsmouth.
Sir William Parker is going to be tried, for something.
Make my kindest respects to Sir William;
and believe me, ever, your’s most faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
I have wrote a line to Merton.
Excuse my letter.