"I wrote to you two days ago, but the weather and my friend Stranè’s conversation being much the same, and my ally Nicolo in bed with a fever, I think I may as well talk to you, the rather, as you cant answer me and excite my wrath with impatient…
"I am at present in a very ridiculous situation, under the hands of Dr. Romanelli and a fever which hath confined me to my bed for these three days past, but by the blessing of God and two glysters, I am now able to sit up, but much debilitated."
"My dear Hobhouse This very day two years we sailed from Inghilterra, so that I have completed the period I expected to be absent, though my wishes were originally more {extensive}."