I have sent you, by this day’s coach, a hunted hare; which, I hope, will prove tender and good.  It was killed yesterday.

We are very much gratified by your kind and friendly letters:  they are very interesting to us, and they give an additional zest to our breakfast; indeed, they are the only things give us any comfort, in our absence.  How unfortunate it was, we left town as we did!  I had a letter, yesterday morning, from my great and beloved Brother.  He tells me, he has sent my letter to the new Lord Chancellor; God grant it may have the desired effect; but, they are all so engaged, that I fear it much.  At any rate, our good Friend has done what he can.  He tells me, he shall be at Yarmouth to-morrow or next day.  A near relation of our’s, who has not seen my Lord since his return to England, has offered to take me in his carriage:  so, we set out on Sunday afternoon; for we parsons can’t go till the Sunday duty is over.  We sleep at Norwich, and hope to be at Yarmouth early on Monday.

I have written to my Brother by this post; so that, if he is likely to have sailed before Monday, he has time to stop us.  Yarmouth is sixty miles from hence.

I have written you all these particulars; because, I know, you like to know all about us.

Mrs. Nelson does not go with us; so you must be charitable to her, and give her a letter or two.  We shall return by the following Sunday.

I see, by the papers, the King was better on Tuesday.

Mrs. Nelson is going out for a day; when she returns, she will write.  She will thank you to keep the two guineas my Lord left for Charlotte, till you hear from her; as she has thought of laying it out in a frock for her.

We both join in united regards to Sir William; and believe me, your Ladyship’s faithful and most obliged and affectionate friend,

  Wm. NELSON.

II.

  Hilborough, March 29th, 1801.

My Dear Lady,

As I have duty to-day, both morning and afternoon, and to preach twice, I have only time to scrawl a few lines to you between the services.  I will write to my deary to-morrow.

I do not much wonder we have no news from the Baltic, considering the state of the wind; and, unless it changes, it may be some time first.  Pray God it may be good, when it does arrive.

I was rather surprised to hear Tom Tit (that bad bird) had taken his flight to town:  but, he is a prying little animal, and wishes to know every thing; and, as he is so small and insignificant, his movements are not always observed.  But, for God’s sake, take care of him; and caution our little jewel to be as much upon her guard as she can.  I am terribly afraid, this bird will endeavour to do mischief.  He must be watched with a hawk’s eye.  I almost wish some hawk, or Jove’s eagle, would either devour him or frighten him away.