The people in this house speak in raptures of dearest old Dad.... Do you write by return of post, and I shall write to-morrow, and in the meantime, my dearest Lou, Heaven have thee in its holy keeping.
Charles.
I breakfast with my chief to-morrow, and only wait my baggage from Yarmouth.
I think after a Spanish or Portuguese campaign I may rest a bit, and perhaps a peace will bless the world and fetter Buonaparte, for unfettered the rascal cannot be left.
August 2.—Wretchedly fidgety about my baggage. Get a letter from Bradby telling me where to find it, as it has been delayed by the Custom House officers.
August 4, 5 o’clock A.M.—Start on the stage for Portsmouth, having sent my baggage on before.
“Penelope” Transport (P.S.),
August 9, 1808.
Dearest Louisa—Here I am embarked, and your letters in future had better be addressed to me with the expedition under Sir Harry Burrard and sent to the engineers’ office.—Ever yours,
Charles.
August 9, Tuesday.—N.E. Bustle aboard the Penelope brig. Get on board at twelve. Get under way.