I.
Persano, [Wednesday]
Jan. 4, 1792.
We arrived here, yesterday, in little more than five hours, and had nearly began with a disagreeable accident; for the King's horse took fright at the guard, and his Majesty and horse were as near down as possible. However, all ended well; and he was as gay as possible, yesterday.
Our first chasse has not succeeded; though there were two wolves, and many wild boars, in the Mena: but the king would direct how we should beat the wood, and began at the wrong end; by which the wolves and boars escaped, and we remained without shooting power. However, ten or twelve boars have been killed, some how or other, and some large ones.
The King's face is very long, at this moment; but, I dare say, to-morrow's good sport will shorten it again.
I was sorry, my dear Em. to leave you in affliction: you must harden yourself to such little misfortunes as a temporary parting; but, I cannot blame you for having a good and tender heart. Believe me, you are in thorough possession of all mine, though I will allow it to be rather tough.
Let us study to make one another as comfortable as we can; and "banish sorrow, till to-morrow:" and so on, every day.
You are wise enough to see the line it is proper for you to take; and have, hitherto, followed it most rigorously: and I can assure you, that I have not the least doubt of your continuing in it.
Amuse yourself as well as you can, as I am doing, whilst we are separate; and the best news you can give me is, that you are well and happy.
My cold is already better for having passed the whole day in the open air, and without human seccatura.
Adieu! my dear, dear Emma. I am, with my love to your good mother, your's ever, and faithfully,