Lord Nelson is a little man, without any dignity; who, I suppose, must resemble what Suwarrow was in his youth, as he is like all the pictures I have seen of that General.

Lady Hamilton takes possession of him, and he is a willing captive, the most submissive and devoted I have ever seen.

Sir William is old, infirm, all admiration of his wife, and never spoke to-day but to applaud her.

Miss Cornelia Knight seems the decided flatterer of the two, and never opens her mouth but to show forth their praise; and Mrs.Cadogan, Lady Hamilton's mother, is--what one might expect.

After dinner we had several songs in honour of Lord Nelson, written by Miss Knight, and sung by Lady Hamilton.[12] She puffs the incense full in his face; but he receives it with pleasure, and snuffs it up very cordially." Lord Minto, whose friendship for Nelson was of proof, wrote eighteen months after this to his wife: "She goes on cramming Nelson with trowelfuls of flattery, which he goes on taking as quietly as a child does pap."[13] "Lady Hamilton," wrote Mrs.St.George on succeeding days, "paid me those kinds of compliments which prove she thinks mere exterior alone of any consequence ...