I am pleased with Charlotte's letter; and, as she loves my dear
Horatia, I shall always like her.

What hearts those must have, who do not! But, thank God, she shall not
be dependent on any of them.

Your letter of February 12th, through Mr. Falconet, I have received.
I know, they are all read; therefore, never sign your name. I shall
continue to write, through Spain; but never say a word that can convey
any information--except, of eternal attachment and affection for you;
and that, I care not, who knows; for I am, for ever, and ever, your,
only your,

NELSON & BRONTE.

Poor Captain Le Gros had your note to him in his pocket-book, and that
was all he saved.

Mr. Este left him at Gibraltar, and went to Malta in the Thisbe.

Captain Le Gros is now trying. I think, it will turn out, that every
person is obliged to his conduct for saving their lives.

She took fire thirteen leagues from the land.




LETTER XLV.