I wonder your pictures are not come from Hamburg! You have not lost the directions for unfolding them; nor the measure, that I may have frames made for them? For, up they shall go, as soon as they arrive. What, have your picture, and not hang it up? No; I will submit, in the farm, to every order but that.
The weather, to-day, is tolerable; but, I do not think I could well get on shore: but Thursday, I hope, will be a fine day.
I shall call on Mr. Pitt, make my visit at the Hospital, and get off very early on Friday morning.
My cold is still very troublesome, I cannot get my bowels in order. In the night I had not a little fever.
But, never mind; the Admiralty will not always be there. Every one has their day.
God bless you, my dear friend; and believe me, ever, your's most faithfully,
NELSON & BRONTE.
Write on Wednesday.
Your letters of yesterday are received. Reverend Doctor would like to be a Bishop.
I have sent poor Thomson's letter, and the distressed Mrs. ——, to the Earl. Kindest regards to Sir William.