day, 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.

I wish that Sir William was returned; I would try and persuade him
to come to either Deal, Dover, or Margate: for, thus cut off from the
society of my dearest friends, 'tis but a life of sorrow and sadness.
But, _patienza per forza_!

I hope you will get the house. If I buy, no person can