The cold has settled in my bowels.

I wish the Admiralty had my complaint: but they have no bowels, at least for me.

I daresay Master Troubridge is grown fat; I know I am grown lean with my complaint, which, but for their indifference about my health, could never have happened; or, at least, I should have got well long ago in a warm room with a good fire and sincere friend." In the same tone of bitterness he complained that he was not able to promote those whom he thought deserving.

"Troubridge," he says, "has so completely prevented my ever mentioning anybody's service, that I am become a cipher, and he has gained a victory over Nelson's spirit.

I am kept here, for what ?--he may be able to tell, I cannot.