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Genoa, 15th. June, 1822.
Dearest Bebs,
Your first sensation will be delight at receiving a letter from us; your second, surprise at it's being dated from here. It was not till we were out at sea, that I learnt the ship was bound for Genoa first. She goes to Leghorn in the course of a few days, perhaps not till a week, but the sailing here is like fancy-sailing, in a sea made for the purpose; so that you may reckon on our being arrived finally. However I need not tell you that I shall write again, the m[oment] we arrive again. We had a passage as smooth and fine as our channel voyage [was] deadly, somewhat too fine indeed latterly, for we might have been here tw[o] weeks ago, if it had not fell calm in the Mediterranean. But you will see all these things, and a thousand others, in my journal. We ran down the coast of Portugal with a fine wind, & have not had a single bad day, or hour, since we left. The Jane & Placidia, I find, must have had some more contrary winds by the time they /arrive/ took to arrive.-- The boatman tells me in good Italian, (which I answer) that I must finish, as the post closes soon. God bless you many, & all times, Bessy mine. How delighted am I to be able to delight you with this good news.-- Your sister's love & she begs you will remember her properly to her mother. Tell Novello, I cannot write to him by this post, but will by next. Mille Baci, & as many hopes to see you in Italy. Only think of Italy!-- Ever your most affectionate of dear friends, Leigh Hunt. [Continued, Top of Page 1]
The two other pages will disappoint you at present. I wrote them at sea, to have them ready for you. The children are all well, myself promising, & your sister in better spirits, though she has unfortunately not lost her spitting of blood. But we hope much from rest.
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