I see, Lord Stafford is going to oppose Mr. Addington; the present ministry cannot stand.

I wish Mr. Addington had given you the pension; Pitt, and hard-hearted Grenville, never will.

What a fortune the death of Lord Camelford gives him!

Every thing you tell me about my dear Horatia charms me.  I think I see her, hear her, and admire her; but, she is like her dear, dear mother.

I am sorry, if your account of George Martin’s wife is correct; he deserved a better fate.  But, he is like Foley; gave up a great deal, to marry the relation of a great man:  although, in fact, she is no relation to the Duke of Portland.

I wish, I could but be at dear Merton, to assist in making the alterations.  I think, I should have persuaded you to have kept the pike, and a clear stream; and to have put all the carp, tench, and fish who muddy the water, into the pond.  But, as you like, I am content.  Only take care, that my darling does not fall in, and get drowned.  I begged you to get the little netting along the edge; and, particularly, on the bridges.

I admire the seal; and God bless you, also!  Amen.

The boy, South, is on board another ship, learning to be a musician.  He will return soon, when he shall have the letter and money.  I hope, he will deserve it; but he has been a very bad boy:  but good floggings, I hope, will save him from the gallows.

Mr. Falcon is a clever man.  He would not have made such a blunder as our friend Drake, and Spencer Smith.  I hear, the last is coming, via Trieste, to Malta.  Perhaps, he wants to get to Constantinople; and, if the Spencers get in, the Smiths will get any thing.

Mr. Elliot, I hear, is a candidate for it.  He complains of the expence of Naples, I hear; and, that he cannot make both ends meet, although he sees no company.

The histories of the Queen are beyond whatever I have heard from Sir William.  Prince Leopold’s establishment is all French.  The Queen’s favourite, Lieutenant-Colonel St. Clair, was a subaltern; La Tour, the Captain in the navy; and, another!

However, I never touch on these matters; for, I care not how she amuses herself.

It will be the upset of Acton; or, rather, he will not, I am told, stay.

The King is angry with her; his love is long gone by.

I have only one word more—­Do not believe a syllable the newspapers say, or what you hear.  Mankind seems fond of telling lies.

Remember me kindly to Mrs. Cadogan, and all our mutual friends; and be assured, I am, for ever, my dearest Emma, your most faithful and affectionate

  NELSON & BRONTE.

George Campbell desires me always to present his best respects; and make mine to good Mr. Yonge.  What can I write him?  I am sure, he must have great pleasure in attending you:  and, when you see Sir William Scott, make my best regards acceptable to him.  There is no man I have a higher opinion of, both as a public and private character.