"My lord," said he, writing to him from the siege, "we are dying off
fast for want. I learn that Sir William Hamilton says Prince Luzzi
refused corn some time ago, and Sir William does not think it worth
while making another application. If that be the case, I wish he
commanded this distressing scene instead of me. Puglia had an immense
harvest; near thirty sail left Messina before I did, to load corn. Will
they let us have any? If not, a short time will decide the business. The
German interest prevails. I wish I was at your Lordship's elbow for an
hour. ALL, ALL, will be thrown on you!--I will parry the blow as much as
in my power: I foresee much mischief brewing. God bless your Lordship; I
am miserable I cannot assist your operations more. Many happy returns
of the day to you--(it was the first of the new year)--I never spent so
miserable a one. I am not very tender-hearted; but really the distress
here would even move a Neapolitan." Soon afterwards he wrote, "I have
this day saved thirty thousand people from starving; but with this day
my ability ceases. As the government are bent on starving us, I see no
alternative but to leave these poor unhappy people to perish, without
our being witnesses of their distress. I curse the day I ever served
the Neapolitan government. We have characters, my lord, to lose; these
people have none. Do not suffer their infamous conduct to fall on us.
Our country is just, but severe. Such is the fever of my brain this
minute, that I assure you, on my honour, if the Palermo traitors were
here, I would shoot them first, and then myself. Girgenti is full of
corn; the money is ready to pay for it; we do not ask it as a gift. Oh!
could you see the horrid distress I daily experience, something would be
done. Some engine is at work against us at Naples; and I believe I hit
on the proper person. If you complain he will be immediately promoted,
agreeably to the Neapolitan custom. All I write to you is known at the
queen's. For my own part, I look upon the Neapolitans as the worst of
intriguing enemies: every hour shows me their infamy and duplicity. I
pray your lordship be cautious: your honest, open manner of acting will
be made a handle of. When I see you, and tell of their infamous tricks,
you will be as much surprised as I am. The whole will fall on you."
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