To enumerate the various epistolary plaudits and congratulations, and other demonstrations of admiration and applause, expressed by individuals, in England, of all ranks, to the hero and his friends, on account of this most splendid victory, is quite impracticable.  The following extract of a letter, however, written by the worthy and venerable father of the immortal hero, to his friend the Reverend Mr. B. Allot, in answer to a very kind congratulatory epistle from that gentleman, is so exquisitely and amiably characteristic both of father and son, that it cannot, under any consideration, be omitted.  It is, indeed, a charming picture of parental and filial affection.

“My great and good son,” says this excellent and intelligent parent, “went into the world without fortune; but, with a heart replete with every moral and religious virtue.  These have been his compass to steer by; and it has pleased God to be his shield in the day of battle, and to give success to his wishes to be of service to his country.  His country seems sensible of his services:  but, should he ever meet with ingratitude, his scars will cry out, and plead his cause—­for, at the siege of Calvi, he lost an eye; at Teneriffe, an arm; on the memorable 14th of February, he received a severe blow on his body, which he still feels; and, now, a wound on the head!  After all this, you will believe, his bloom of countenance must be faded; but the spirit beareth up, yet, as vigorously as ever.  On the 29th of September, he completed his fortieth year:  cheerful, generous, and good.  Fearing no evil, because he has done none:  an honour to my grey hairs; which, with every mark of old age, creep fast upon me.”

While these various honours and gifts were preparing for the hero, in his native country, foreign nations, not less sensible of his worth, and in some instances scarcely less benefitted by his exertions and valour, were emulously pouring, with a laudable profusion, their richest presents before him, and investing him with their most distinguished dignities.

On the 8th of September, immediately after receiving information of the battle off the Nile, the Grand Signior directed a most superb diamond aigrette—­called, by the Turks, a chelengk, or plume of triumph—­taken from one of the imperial turbans, to be sent for our victorious admiral, with a rich pelisse of the choicest sable fur; and a purse of two thousand sequins, in cash, to be distributed among the wounded British seamen.  A note, at the same time, was delivered to Mr. Spencer Smith, his majesty’s minister at Constantinople, of which the following is given as a correct translation.