MY DEAR EMMA,
I have received a letter from Douglass; with one inclosed, from Mr.
Durno; who, to my surprise, says, he has not received my order on
Biddulph, Cockes, and Co. for one thousand five hundred and ninety
pounds; which, you know, I sent from Caserta.
I find, in my book of letters, 20th of December, that I wrote, that day, a letter to Mr. Burgess, to deliver to Messieurs Biddulph and Co.—to Lord Abercorn—and to Mr. Durno, with the order inclosed.
Pray, send for Smith; and ask him, if he remembers having put such letters in the post, and let him inquire at the Naples post about them: and let him send the inclosed, by Tuesday's post, to Rome.
I certainly will not give another order until this matter is cleared up. I fear some roguery.
We have had a fine day, and killed numberless boars; a hundred and fifty, at least. I have killed four, out of six shot; and am satisfied, as one is a real monster—the King, thirty—D'Onerato, eighteen,—and so on, the favoured shooters.
Vincenzo is rather better, but not able to serve me.
My best compliments to Alexander Hamilton. You did well, to invite
Copley.
Adieu! my sweet Em. Ever your's, in deed and in truth,