II.

Munich, 14th July 1795.

Dearest Emma,

Here is great news from England. My letters of the 26th June assure
me, seven thousand men are embarked for St. Pol de Leon, together with
an immense number of emigres--that, the week before, a bishop, and
sixty priests, were most prosperously landed at the same place, and
received with the greatest acclamations--that six sail of the line
from Russia, were in sight, and the pilots gone to conduct them--that,
in Amsterdam, and other towns of Holland, there is the greatest
insurrections in favour of that fool the Stadtholder. All this,
however, can only tend to facilitate peace, but not at all to restore
that despicable, odious family of Bourbons--the head of which is now
at _Verona_, where we left him eating _two capons_ a day; ('tis a pity
the whole family are not _capons_!) and, what is more, dressing them
himself in a superb kitchen--the true chapel of a Bourbon Prince.

Emma! if that dear Queen of Naples does not write, herself, to
Prince D'Oria, for me, I won't look at your beautiful face these six
months--"_coute qui coute_."

To-morrow, for _Pyrmont_, near Hanover. Emma--adieu!

III.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There is no doubt
but Don Luizi is implicated: that very circumstance, argues the extent
of the mischief; for so cautious a man, and one whose sentiments are
so publicly known, would not engage without good support.

I have conversed with one of his intimates--one "who is no stranger
to his dearest secret." The evidence will be difficult; perhaps,
impracticable: unless his most confidential friends can be gained; and
that, I deem, impossible.

But the character of the Garrison at Capua is of the most alarming
complexion; and, yet, is what I can best depend on. I think, _Wade_
could tell much, if he would speak out.

Adieu!

Lovel and I were on Vesuvius. He goes, like a true parson, only to
eat the better. I foresee, he will once more fall into _Nudi's_ hands.
Procyta will be another _Duo_; for I hate large parties on such, and
especially females--unless they be Phoenixes, like yourself.

It is a great discouragement to a Caserta party, to view the whole
town buried in a mist; and the Belvidere alone, like a buoy, to point
out the shoal.

Sweet Emma--adieu!

Every wish of my heart beats for the dear Queen.

IV.

Send me word, Dearest Emma! how the invaluable, adorable Queen, finds
herself.