One a Clock – the first moment I’ve had to my self
It is necessary I shoud answer y^rs & think, in the same stile
I had not Vanity enough, to think my absenting my self
last night, coul’d have caus’d any uneasiness, if it did,
the Person deserv’d it, since she would not befreind me,
so much, as to desire my stay, especialy when she knew I was
entirely in her Power – Coul’d you imagine, an Opera, a silly
ridiculous Opera, equivalent to the she, the Dear she, in
whom centers all my Happiness? My Dearest Judith, be tender
how you accuse me, all the torments of the Wreck, coul’d not

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affect my Soul in so bitter a manner, as the reading
y^r letter last night, w^t construction to make of it, I could
not tell, surely you was not in earnest, “but nothing you
can say can make me as easy, & happy as I once fancy’d
my self – am I then become insipid to you? Can you
Change thus soon! Were you insincere when you told me
you Lov’d me? Surely you was not – I flatter my self,
Dear Judy loves me, our Passion is mutual, it must be so,
she is sincere, to beleive otherwise, would be seeking my own
Poison – Dearest Soul look kindly upon me this
night, flatter me with a smile, forget you was ever angry
w^th me, cease doubting of my sincerity, for believe I am
Dear Judy Entirely yours
M Madan
P.S. you have places in the front boxes my Serv^t keeps them

One a Clock – the first moment I’ve had to my self
It is necessary I should answer y^rs & think, in the same stile
I had not Vanity enough, to think my absenting my self
last night, could have caused any uneasiness, if it did,
the Person deserved it, since she would not befriend me,
so much, as to desire my stay, especially when she knew I was
entirely in her Power – Could you imagine, an Opera, a silly
ridiculous Opera, equivalent to the she, the Dear she, in
whom centres all my Happiness? My Dearest Judith, be tender
how you accuse me, all the torments of the Wreck, could not

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affect my Soul in so bitter a manner, as the reading
y^r letter last night, w^t construction to make of it, I could
not tell, surely you was not in earnest, “but nothing you
can say can make me as easy, & happy as I once fancied
my self – am I then become insipid to you? Can you
Change thus soon! Were you insincere when you told me
you Loved me? Surely you was not – I flatter my self,
Dear Judy loves me, our Passion is mutual, it must be so,
she is sincere, to believe otherwise, would be seeking my own
Poison – Dearest Soul look kindly upon me this
night, flatter me with a smile, forget you was ever angry
w^th me, cease doubting of my sincerity, for believe I am
Dear Judy Entirely yours
M Madan
P.S. you have places in the front boxes my Serv^t keeps them