dministration, had been at first excluded.

The following laconic epistle to Captain Troubridge, at Leghorn,
exhibits a true sailor's letter.

"Naples, Dec. 10th 1798.

"MY DEAR TROUBRIDGE,

"I have just received Mr. Windham's letter of November 30th, and
find it is settled that all the cargoes of the Genoese ships should
be landed; and all the French privateers disarmed, and their crews
sent away. So far, I am content. Money is not our object; but to
distress the common enemy. I hope, if you liked it, you visited the
Grand Duke, in my stead; I could not have been better
represented--the copy is a damned deal better than the original.

"Nelson."

"Duckworth has a captain under him; John Dixon, from England, is
Post Captain; and Mr. Grey arrived."

At the same time, he wrote to his Excellency the Honourable Mr. Windham,
apologizing for not having himself accepted his Royal Highness the
Grand Duke's invitation to visit him at Pisa. "I have," says he, "to
request that you will present my most profound acknowledgments to his
Royal Highness. I was under a sacred promise, to return here as
expeditiously as possible; and not to quit the Queen and Royal Family of
Naples, without her majesty's approbation. This will plead my cause for
quitting Leghorn so expeditiously."

Another letter, written to Mr. Windham this day, is too interesting to
be omitted. It presents his opinion of the patriotic character of Mr.
Windham, the disinterestedness of his own, and the wretched
pusillanimity of the Neapolitan officers.

Naples, 10th Dec. 1798.

"MY DEAR SIR,

"Your several letters of November 30, came to me this moment.
Believe me, no person can set a higher value on your friendship
than I do; for, I know, from experience, that you have nothing more
at heart, than the honour of our king and country. I rejoice to
hear, that the cargoes of corn in the Mole of Leghorn will be
landed; and the privateers disarmed, and the scoundrels belonging
to them sent away. The enemy will be distressed; and, thank God, I
shall get no money. The world, I know, think that money is our God;
and, now, they will be undeceived, as far as relates to us. "Down,
down with the French!" is my constant prayer. I hope, that the
emperor is marched to support this country: for, unused to war,
it's officers seem alarmed at a