Palermo, June 20th, 1799.
Eight o'Clock at Night.
MY DEAR LORD,
Having wrote fully by the felucca to-day, that went off at three o'clock—and have not yet General Acton's answer, with respect to what the Court would wish you to do when you hear how the French fleet is disposed of—I have nothing to write by the transport.
God bless you! And I hope, somehow or other, we shall meet again soon.
My dear Lord, your's, most sincerely,
Wm. HAMILTON.
VII.
Piccadilly, February 19th, 1801.
MY DEAR LORD,
Whether Emma will be able to write to you to-day, or not, is a question; as she has got one of her terrible sick head-achs. Among other things that vex her, is—that we have been drawn in to be under the absolute necessity of giving a dinner to ****** on Sunday next. He asked it himself; having expressed his strong desire of hearing Banti's and Emma's voices together.