LETTER LIX.
Victory, off Plymouth, September 17th, [1805.] Nine o'Clock in the Morning. Blowing fresh at W.S.W. dead foul wind.
I sent, my own Dearest Emma, a letter for you, last night, in a Torbay boat, and gave the man a guinea to put it in the Post-Office.
We have had a nasty blowing night, and it looks very dirty.
I am now signalizing the ships at Plymouth to join me; but, I rather doubt their ability to get to sea. However, I have got clear of Portland, and have Cawsand Bay and Torbay under the lee.
I intreat, my dear Emma, that you will chear up; and we will look forward to many, many happy years, and be surrounded by our children's children. God Almighty can, when he pleases, remove the impediment.
My heart and soul is with you and Horatia.
I got this line ready, in case a boat should get alongside.
For ever, ever, I am your's, most devotedly,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Mr. Rose said, he would write to Mr. Bolton, if I was sailed; but, I have forgot to give him the direction: but I will send it, to-day. I think, I shall succeed very soon, if not at this moment.
Wednesday, September 18th, off the Lizard.
I had no opportunity of sending your letter yesterday, nor do I see any prospect at present. The Ajax and Thunderer are joining; but, it is nearly calm, with a swell from the westward. Perseverance has got us thus far; and the same will, I dare say, get us on.
Thomas seems to do very well, and content.
Tell Mr. Lancaster, that I have no doubt that his son will do very well.
God bless you, my own Emma!
I am giving my letters to Blackwood, to put on board the first vessel he meets going to England, or Ireland.
Once more, Heavens bless you! Ever, for ever, your
NELSON & BRONTE.