When I wrote to the Queen, I said--"I left Lady Hamilton, the
eighteenth of May; and so attached to your Majesty, that I am sure she
would lay down her life to preserve your's. Your Majesty never had a
more sincere, attached, and real friend, than your dear Emma. You
will be sorry to hear, that good Sir William did not leave her in such
comfortable circumstances as his fortune would have allowed. He has
given it amongst his relations. But she will do honour to his memory,
although every one else of his friends call loudly against him on that
account."

I trust, my dear Emma, she has wrote you. If she can forget Emma, I
hope, God will forget her! But, you think, that she never will, or
can. Now is her time to shew it.

You will only shew the King and Queen's letters to some few particular
friends.

The King is very low; lives, mostly, at Belvidere. Mr. Elliot had not
seen either him or the Queen, from the seventeenth, the day of his
arrival, to the twenty-first. On the next day, he was to be presented.

I have made up my mind, that it is part of the plan of that Corsican
Scoundrel, to conquer the kingdom of Naples. He has marched thirteen
thousand men into the kingdom, on the Adriatic side; and he will take
possession, with as much shadow of right, of Gaeta and Naples: and,
if the poor King remonstrates, or allows us to secure Sicily, he will
call it war, and declare a conquest.

I have cautioned General Acton, not to risk the Royal Family too
long; but Naples will be conquered, sooner or later, as it may suit