Sep^t y^e 3^d 1731
Your Letter my Dearest angel! brought me as Joy
only y^e sight of your self can Equal – no words can Express w^t I felt wⁿ
I read over those Tender, Dear assurances you give me of your Love, &
my own Unequal’d Happiness – is it Possible after so many years, you yet
preserve so Entire, & unchang’d your Passion for me I thought no Heart
but my own was Capable of such a Constancy; & indeed, ‘tis in me no
merit, where so many thousand irresistible Reasons, I Daily find in you,
agree to Justifie my first choice, such as might fix inconstancy its’
self: I see you y^e Delight, & Joy of my Eyes, & at y^e same rime
my Heart acknowledges {^ⁱⁿ} your mind, all y^t could Render {^^even} Deformity
agreeable – how much could I say, but how infinitely much more
can I think on this subject! Thou Dearest, & only Belove’d
Creature! y^e Hopes you give me of seeing you – have made a
strange Disorder in my Heart. My Impatience is equal w^th yours, &
my soul answers to Every Sentiment of yours on y^t Blest occasion –
y^o Bid me write without reserve, O’ Madan, by w^t words shall I
Express a Passion of the Soul, for w^ch there is no name: to have
you again mine, faithfull, & transported mutualy at y^r return, w^t
Joys are in y^e power of Imagination we may not promise our
selves? Do you not come like Wisdom, or good Fortune,

[f.128v]
Replete w^th Blessings, giving Wealth & Honour?
The solid wealth you Bring in Peace, & Pleasure,
and Everlasting Joys are in your arms –
to give you some notion of y^e welcome y^r Letter found, know, y^t it made
me in one moment forget the Disappointed expectations of Ten Days, & tear
to pieces a Letter where I complain’d of you, & I thought with reason,
but I cannot now find in my Heart to reproach you tho’ it has severely
suffer’d by your silence: I was never more struck then when your Ser^t
came, & brought me not a Single Line, I could not frame to my self
Reason for such a neglect, & when I imagine my self neglected by you,
the author of my Happiness, & only object of my Dotage, the Torment is
too Exquisite to be Express’d; therefore my Dearest Life! xxxx
save me from y^e Least apprehension of y^t kind, & confirm my Happiness
if possible, more frequently till we meet, I ask no Letters of Form, I
Desire such only as y^e Heart Dictates & sure such can be no difficulty
to you to write?
all y^r orders shall be obey’d, the shells, I have Desir’d Coll: Butler
to Divide as Equaly as possible, & send to M^rs Ceasar & Lady Sally,
I sent proper directions, & hope by this time they are sent –
I have a little Blew Ring of yours that I beg if there is no secret
Value in it, you would give me Leave to give Mrs Battle, I would not
without mentioning {^^it} to you but if you approve it it will be very
acceptable, being just y^e y^e size of her gold ring & will supply y^e place of a
Brilliant one, Adieu my Madan! My Heart, & Soul! My constant
Wish, & only Treasure adieu!
JM
your children are all well, & send
Their Duty.

Sep^t y^e 3^d 1731
Your Letter my Dearest angel! brought me as Joy
only y^e sight of your self can Equal – no words can Express w^t I felt wⁿ
I read over those Tender, Dear assurances you give me of your Love, &
my own Unequalled Happiness – is it Possible after so many years, you yet
preserve so Entire, & unchanged your Passion for me I thought no Heart
but my own was Capable of such a Constancy; & indeed, ‘tis in me no
merit, where so many thousand irresistible Reasons, I Daily find in you,
agree to Justify my first choice, such as might fix inconstancy its’
self: I see you y^e Delight, & Joy of my Eyes, & at y^e same rime
my Heart acknowledges {^ⁱⁿ} your mind, all y^t could Render {^^even} Deformity
agreeable – how much could I say, but how infinitely much more
can I think on this subject! Thou Dearest, & only Beloved
Creature! y^e Hopes you give me of seeing you – have made a
strange Disorder in my Heart. My Impatience is equal w^th yours, &
my soul answers to Every Sentiment of yours on y^t Blest occasion –
y^o Bid me write without reserve, O’ Madan, by w^t words shall I
Express a Passion of the Soul, for w^ch there is no name: to have
you again mine, faithful, & transported mutually at y^r return, w^t
Joys are in y^e power of Imagination we may not promise our
selves? Do you not come like Wisdom, or good Fortune,

[f.128v]
Replete w^th Blessings, giving Wealth & Honour?
The solid wealth you Bring in Peace, & Pleasure,
and Everlasting Joys are in your arms –
to give you some notion of y^e welcome y^r Letter found, know, y^t it made
me in one moment forget the Disappointed expectations of Ten Days, & tear
to pieces a Letter where I complained of you, & I thought with reason,
but I cannot now find in my Heart to reproach you though it has severely
suffered by your silence: I was never more struck then when your Ser^t
came, & brought me not a Single Line, I could not frame to my self
Reason for such a neglect, & when I imagine my self neglected by you,
the author of my Happiness, & only object of my Dotage, the Torment is
too Exquisite to be Expressed; therefore my Dearest Life! xxxx
save me from y^e Least apprehension of y^t kind, & confirm my Happiness
if possible, more frequently till we meet, I ask no Letters of Form, I
Desire such only as y^e Heart Dictates & sure such can be no difficulty
to you to write?
all y^r orders shall be obeyed, the shells, I have Desired Coll: Butler
to Divide as Equally as possible, & send to M^rs Ceasar & Lady Sally,
I sent proper directions, & hope by this time they are sent –
I have a little Blew Ring of yours that I beg if there is no secret
Value in it, you would give me Leave to give Mrs Battle, I would not
without mentioning {^^it} to you but if you approve it it will be very
acceptable, being just y^e y^e size of her gold ring & will supply y^e place of a
Brilliant one, Adieu my Madan! My Heart, & Soul! My constant
Wish, & only Treasure adieu!
JM
your children are all well, & send
Their Duty.