he sight of Heaven,
I can give full scope to my feelings, for I dare say Oliver will
faithfully deliver this letter. You know, my dearest Emma, that
there is nothing in this world that I would not do for us to
live together, and to have our dear little child with us. I
firmly believe that this campaign will give us peace, and then
we will set off for Bronte. In twelve hours we shall be across
the water, and freed from all the nonsense of his friends, or
rather pretended ones. Nothing but an event happening to him
could prevent my going; and I am sure you will think so, for,
unless all matters accord, it would bring a hundred of tongues
and slanderous reports if I separated from her, which I would do
with pleasure the moment we can be united. I want to see her no
more; therefore we must manage till we can quit this country, or
your uncle dies. I love you: I never did love any one else. I
never had a dear pledge of love till you gave me one; and you,
thank my God, never gave one to anybody else. I think before
March is out, you will either see us back, or so victorious that
we shall ensure a glorious issue to our toils. Think what my
Emma will feel at seeing return safe, perhaps with a little
more fame, her own dear Nelson. Never, if I can help it, will I
dine out of my ship or go on shore, except duty calls me. Let
Sir Hyde have any glory he can catch, I envy him not. You, my
beloved Emma, and my country, are the two dearest objects of my
fond heart. _A heart susceptible and true._ Only place
confidence in me, and you shall never be disappointed. I burn
all your dear letters, because it is right for your sake; and I
wish you would burn all mine--they can do no good, and will do
us both harm if any seizure of them; or the dropping even one of
them would fill the mouths of the world sooner than we intend.
My longing for you, both person and conversation, you may
readily imagine (especially the person). No, my heart, person,
and mind are in perfect union of love towards my own dear,
beloved Emma, the real bosom friend of her, all hers, all
Emma's.

NELSON AND BRONTE.

The Prince of Wales had dined with and paid suspicious attentions to
Emma, and her fond lover, knowing this, advised her to warn him off.
He probably had an instinct that his "beloved Emma," who is "the
dearest object