What a fortune the death of Lord Camelford gives him!

Every thing you tell me about my dear Horatia charms me. I think I see
her, hear her, and admire her; but, she is like her dear, dear mother.

I am sorry, if your account of George Martin's wife is correct; he
deserved a better fate. But, he is like Foley; gave up a great deal,
to marry the relation of a great man: although, in fact, she is no
relation to the Duke of Portland.

I wish, I could but be at dear Merton, to assist in making the
alterations. I think, I should have persuaded you to have kept the
pike, and a clear stream; and to have put all the carp, tench, and
fish who muddy the water, into the pond. But, as you like, I am
content. Only take care, that my darling does not fall in, and get
drowned. I begged you to get the little netting along the edge; and,
particularly, on the bridges.

I admire the seal; and God bless you, also! Amen.

The boy, South, is on board another ship, learning to be a musician.
He will return soon, when he shall have the letter and money. I
hope, he will deserve it; but he has been a very bad boy: but good
floggings, I hope, will save him from the gallows.

Mr. Falcon is a clever man. He would not have made such a blunder as
our friend Drake, and Spencer Smith. I hear, the last is coming, _viâ_
Trieste, to Malta. Perhaps, he wants to get to Constantinople; and, if
the Spencers get in, the Smiths will get any thing.