At that time I rowed five hours in a bitter cold night.

A cold struck me to the heart.

On the 27th I had one of my terrible spasms of heart-stroke, which had near carried me off, and the severe disappointment of being kept in a situation where there can be nothing to do before August, almost killed me.

From that time to the end of May I brought up what every one thought was my lungs, and I was emaciated more than you can conceive." The fleet proceeded in a leisurely manner toward Carlscrona, Nelson chafing and fretting, none the less for his illness, under the indecision and dilatoriness that continued to characterize Parker's movements.

"My dear friend," he had written to Lady Hamilton, "we are very lazy.