"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}."
"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."
"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…
"Your last 2 letters of 1810 I have just received, they find me on my way homewards, in the beginning of June I sail in the Volage frigate with French prizes and other English ships of war in all I believe 6 or 7 frigates. – – –"
"I have in my former sheets told you where I have been and what I have been doing, or rather not doing, for my life has, with the exception of a very few moments, never been anything but a yawn."
"I wrote to you to apprise Mr. Hanson (as I have done in a letter, but wish you to repeat my refusal) that I will not sell Newstead according to his suggestion."