What rascals your post-chaise people must be!  They have been paid every thing.  Captain Parker has one receipt for seven pounds odd, and I am sure that every thing is paid; therefore, do not pay a farthing.  The cart-chaise I paid at Dartford.

You need not fear all the women in this world; for all others, except yourself, are pests to me.  I know but one; for, who can be like my Emma?  I am confident, you will do nothing which can hurt my feelings; and I will die by torture, sooner than do any thing which could offend you.

Give ten thousand kisses to my dear Horatia.

Yesterday, the subject turned on the cow-pox.  A gentleman declared, that his child was inoculated with the cow-pox; and afterwards remained in a house where a child had the small-pox the natural way, and did not catch it.  Therefore, here was a full trial with the cow-pox.  The child is only feverish for two days; and only a slight inflammation of the arm takes place, instead of being all over scabs.  But, do you what you please!

I did not get your newspapers; therefore, do not know what promise you allude to:  but this I know, I have none made me.

The extension of the patent of peerage is going on; but the wording of my brother’s note, they have wrote for a meaning to.  The patent must be a new creation.  First, to my father, if he outlives me; then to William, and his sons; then to Mrs. Bolton, and her sons; and Mrs. Matcham, and her’s.  Farther than that, I care not; it is far enough.  But it may never get to any of them; for the old patent may extend by issue male of my own carcase:  I am not so very old; and may marry again, a wife more suitable to my genius.

I like the Morning Chronicle.

Ever, for ever, your’s, only your,

  NELSON & BRONTE.

Best regards to Mrs. Nelson, the Duke, and Lord William.

I have totally failed for poor Madame Brueys.

Bonaparte’s wife is one of Martinique, and some plan is supposed to be carried on.

LETTER XIV.

  Sheerness, August 11th, 1801.

MY DEAREST EMMA,

I came from Harwich yesterday noon; not having set my foot on shore, although the Volunteers, &c. were drawn up to receive me, and the people ready to draw the carriage.

Parker had very near got all the honours; but I want none, but what my dear Emma confers.  You have sense to discriminate whether they are deserved or no.

I came on shore; for my business lays with the Admiral, who lives in a ship hauled on shore, and the Commisioner.  Slept at Coffin’s:  and, having done all that I can, am off for the Downs; to-day, if possible.

As far as September 14th, I am at the Admiralty’s disposal; but, if Mr. Buonaparte do not chuse to send his miscreants before that time, my health will not bear me through equinoctial gales.