Many thanks for Mrs. Nelson's letters.

The Reverend Doctor likes going about. Only think of his wanting to
come up with an address of thanks! Why, [the] King will not receive
him, although he is a Doctor; and less, for being my brother--for,
they certainly do not like me.




LETTER XXIX.


Amazon, October 20th, 1801.

MY DEAREST FRIEND,

Only two days more, the Admiralty could, with any conscience, keep me
here; not that I think, they have had any conscience.

I dare say, Master Troubridge is grown fat. I know, I am grown lean,
with my complaint: which, but for their indifference about my health,
would never have happened; or, at least, I should have got well, long
ago, in a warm room, with a good fire, and sincere friends.

I believe, I leave this little squadron with sincere regret, and with
the good wishes of every creature in it.

How I should laugh, to see you, my dear friend, rowing in a boat; the