Yours my Dearest Creature! I rec^d w^th the Utmost
Delight – I am more then ever sensible of yr goodness & transport
=ed w^th my own Happiness – The Possession of such a Heart as
yours is a Blessing infinnitly more Dear to me than the Life I
Devote to you – I can never repine that all Joys are –
Tastless without you - & that when w^th you I am lost, & Dead,
to all but your self – tis but Just I should be all yrs & did
I Pretend to Love you & Reserve the Least inclination for anything {^^else}
I should be unworthy the Least of those Dear assurances yr Last
Brought me. How often! How Eagerly! Have I injoy’d that
Welcome Transcript of your Soul – I wear it w^th a kind of
Religious Superstition at my Heart. a Powerfull charm! to
Drive away every anxious thought, & even of Force sufficient
to lessen, (or at least enable me to support) all the Horrors of
absence!
Why do you Remind me of moments I cant reflect on w^thout
too sensibly feeling my pre^st condition, w^ch Deprives me of all
but their Dear Idea, That with a force I cannot, & indeed would
not, resist, Faithfully accompanys all my Days in w^ch I think, &
my nights in w^ch I am sometimes blest enough to Dream of you –
w^t is Life, & all its waking Joys w^thout you, to This! you bid
me tell you my most secret thoughts, w^th w^t Pleasure would I
obey y^r

[f.145v]

commands were it possible for me to find expressions that
would come up to the tenderness of my Heart – no language but its
own can do Justice to w^t it feels for you – my sighs – my silence
may perhaps, sometimes, speak more powerfully then a thousand
Tongues – from thence Judge of my excess of Passion – only
y^e smallest emotions of the Heart are subject to expression, a
Joy that can be told, is as much Below my sence of Bliss – as
the Bliss you Bestow, is above all expression –
I am call’d away, my Dear, Dear, Life I or could not yet,
leave so pleasing a subject – but I must bid you adiue!
I send xxxx w^th this Letter, my Love – my Eternal Tenderness!
My arms – My Heart! will receive you w^th Transport
JM
all Here send their complements
Ethrope Oct 31^st 1736

I could not forbear sending you the inclos’d
Being the work of an Eminent hand – you will
I Dare say tell me who, in your next as y^e
Ease of the Numbers, & the Beauty of the thought
cannot but distinguish the author.

Yours my Dearest Creature! I rec^d w^th the Utmost
Delight – I am more then ever sensible of yr goodness & transport
=ed w^th my own Happiness – The Possession of such a Heart as
yours is a Blessing infinitely more Dear to me than the Life I
Devote to you – I can never repine that all Joys are –
Tasteless without you - & that when w^th you I am lost, & Dead,
to all but your self – tis but Just I should be all yrs & did
I Pretend to Love you & Reserve the Least inclination for anything {^^else}
I should be unworthy the Least of those Dear assurances yr Last
Brought me. How often! How Eagerly! Have I enjoyed that
Welcome Transcript of your Soul – I wear it w^th a kind of
Religious Superstition at my Heart. a Powerful charm! to
Drive away every anxious thought, & even of Force sufficient
to lessen, (or at least enable me to support) all the Horrors of
absence!
Why do you Remind me of moments I cant reflect on w^thout
too sensibly feeling my pre^st condition, w^ch Deprives me of all
but their Dear Idea, That with a force I cannot, & indeed would
not, resist, Faithfully accompanies all my Days in w^ch I think, &
my nights in w^ch I am sometimes blest enough to Dream of you –
w^t is Life, & all its waking Joys w^thout you, to This! you bid
me tell you my most secret thoughts, w^th w^t Pleasure would I
obey y^r

[f.145v]

commands were it possible for me to find expressions that
would come up to the tenderness of my Heart – no language but its
own can do Justice to w^t it feels for you – my sighs – my silence
may perhaps, sometimes, speak more powerfully then a thousand
Tongues – from thence Judge of my excess of Passion – only
y^e smallest emotions of the Heart are subject to expression, a
Joy that can be told, is as much Below my sense of Bliss – as
the Bliss you Bestow, is above all expression –
I am called away, my Dear, Dear, Life I or could not yet,
leave so pleasing a subject – but I must bid you adieu!
I send xxxx w^th this Letter, my Love – my Eternal Tenderness!
My arms – My Heart! will receive you w^th Transport
JM
all Here send their complements
Ethrope Oct 31^st 1736

I could not forbear sending you the enclosed
Being the work of an Eminent hand – you will
I Dare say tell me who, in your next as y^e
Ease of the Numbers, & the Beauty of the thought
cannot but distinguish the author.