My Dearest Judy I am this moment come
from the Orphan, I must confess the {^^catastrophy} xxxx
of the Paramours has considerably affected
me, how shou’d I be able to bear the like mis=
fortune? the Powers of Heaven cou’d not sup=
port me was my ever Dear Ju concern’d y^t
wou’d be a load that wou’d crush me to the
utmost abyss, My Dearest soul I cannot too
often tell you how much I love you, you do
not think it a crime for in me, to open
my Heart to you? In our softest moments
you have been pleas’d to hear me confess it,
nature must change, the sun & stars grow
dark, & the perpetual motion stand still ‘ere
I cease to make you my idol - next
Sunday I leave this world of Hurry & noise but
cannot say I shall return to Peace so soon

[f.34v]

As I had promis’d my self, being oblig’d to
be at Northampton by Thursday next. I am
now vex’t to reflect how miserably I’ve lost
a fortnight, so I must term it, for so long
have I been absent from the inspirer of all
my happyness
all y^t my Eyes acknowledge fair
Each Graceful form divine
The brightest Bloom the Softest air
But faintly coppy thine

The castles we built in the air must drop
for I understand Fortune y^t damn’d. {?ilt} has
given the 10000^£ to a Parson, the very sum I ad
propos’d for repairs, well Judy we must be
contented, I remember a Song that speaks my
Thoughts “Were I like a monarch to reign
Where Graces my subjects shoud be
Id leave them a fly to the Plain
and Dwell in a Cottage w^th thee

Adieu my Dearest Life Adieu M Madan

My Dearest Judy I am this moment come
from the Orphan, I must confess the {^^catastrophe} xxxx
of the Paramours has considerably affected
me, how should I be able to bear the like mis=
fortune? the Powers of Heaven could not sup=
port me was my ever Dear Ju concerned y^t
would be a load that would crush me to the
utmost abyss, My Dearest soul I cannot too
often tell you how much I love you, you do
not think it a crime for in me, to open
my Heart to you? In our softest moments
you have been pleased to hear me confess it,
nature must change, the sun & stars grow
dark, & the perpetual motion stand still ‘ere
I cease to make you my idol - next
Sunday I leave this world of Hurry & noise but
cannot say I shall return to Peace so soon

[f.34v]

As I had promised my self, being obliged to
be at Northampton by Thursday next. I am
now vexed to reflect how miserably I’ve lost
a fortnight, so I must term it, for so long
have I been absent from the inspirer of all
my happiness
all y^t my Eyes acknowledge fair
Each Graceful form divine
The brightest Bloom the Softest air
But faintly copy thine

The castles we built in the air must drop
for I understand Fortune y^t dammed. {?ilt} has
given the 10000^£ to a Parson, the very sum I ad
proposed for repairs, well Judy we must be
contented, I remember a Song that speaks my
Thoughts “Were I like a monarch to reign
Where Graces my subjects should be
Id leave them a fly to the Plain
and Dwell in a Cottage w^th thee

Adieu my Dearest Life Adieu M Madan