I am glad my little Horace looks so well; and that you think him so like his great, his glorious, his immortal Uncle. Why should he not be like him? Is it so very uncommon for such near relations to have some similitude? They who say otherwise, only say it out of envy, malice and hatred, and all uncharitableness; out upon all such miscreants! say I.
My love to deary, Charlotte, and the hereditary Duke of Bronte.
God bless you, my dear Lady; and believe me, your's faithfully,
Wm. NELSON.
Tell me, in your next, whether you have seen that little bird, called Tom Tit.
III.
Hilborough, August 23d, 1801.
MY DEAR LADY HAMILTON,
I have written two long letters to my jewel, but I still seem to have more to say. I can't find out whether a certain Viscountess is expected at Burnham, or no.
I am pleased that you propose bringing Mrs. Nelson to Hilborough. I hope, Sir William will be able to amuse himself with fishing a little. The weather is too hot for me to come to London, and I can't leave my parish at this time.