You will readily believe, how rejoiced I shall be to get one of your
dear, excellent letters, that I may know every thing which has passed
since my absence.

I sincerely hope, that Mr. Booth has settled all your accounts. Never
mind, my dear Emma, a few hundred pounds; which is all the rigid gripe
of the law, not justice, can wrest from you.

I thank God, that you cannot want; (although that is no good reason
for its being taken from you:) whilst I have sixpence, you shall not
want for fivepence of it! But, you have bought your experience, that
there is no friendship in money concerns; and, your good sense will
make you profit of it.

I hope, the minister has done something for you. But, never mind, we
can live upon bread and cheese.

Independence is a blessing; and, although I have not yet found out
the way to get prize money--what has been taken, has run into our
mouths--however, it must turn out very hard, if I cannot get enough to
pay off my debts, and that will be no small comfort.

I have not mentioned my Bronte affairs to Acton, as yet; but, if
Naples remains much longer, I shall ask the question. But, I expect
nothing from them. I believe, even Acton wishes himself well, and
safely removed.

I think, from what I hear, that the King's spirits are so much
depressed, that he will give up the reins of Naples, at least, to his
son, and retire to Sicily. Sir William, you know, always thought,