I never shall get warm again, I believe. I cannot feel the pen.

Make my kindest regards to Sir William, Mrs. Cadogan, Oliver, &c.
Sutton, Hardy, and Bedford, all join in kind remembrances.

As Monday is Horace's birth-day, I suppose I must send him a one pound
note.




LETTER XXXI.


May 22d, [1803.]
Eight o'Clock in the Morning.

MY DEAREST EMMA,

We are now in sight of Ushant, and shall see Admiral Cornwallis in an
hour.

I am not in a little fret, on the idea that he may keep the Victory,
and turn us all into the Amphion. It will make it truly uncomfortable;
but, I cannot help myself.

I assure you, my dear Emma, that I feel a thorough conviction, that we
shall meet again, with honour, riches, and health, and remain together
till a good old age. I look at your and my God's Child's picture; but,
till I am sure of remaining here, I cannot bring myself to hang