893 - Judith Madan to Martin Madan, 1724

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Wensday morn: 1724

I have been waiting all this morning for ye
Post wch at last has brought ye Expected happiness – wt I can say to my own
Madan, for those Dear Expressions wch fill my heart, even at this Distance from
him with a joy not be Discrib’d - I know you love me, & in yt Knowledge
am happier, then titles, & Pomp ever made ye vainest of my Sex. My Dear
Dear creature - my faithfull tender Friend - your Lov’d Image is continually
Present to my mind - I see you smile, & make my self happy by fancying
I see you smile upon me, as I remember you have so many times done,
when I have been in a trifling humour, and had Indulg’d ye gladness of my
soul, in wt a heart yt did not answer to my own, might have call’d impertinence, & perhaps it was so - but you, my Angel! Gave it a softer
name - I feel I confess ye sympathy you mention - you don't need to be
convinc’d of it, or I could appeal, to ye Part I have ever so Visibly Borne
in your Joys, & now, & then in yr uneasyness, Did you ever task a Happiness,
& Discover a satisfaction on any one circumstance, that did not make me
Look pleased, & happy? May this Blest Sympathy continue - may all my
joys be communicated to my Madan – but, I have yet to reserve - I am
in this one, instance covetous - I would have all my Cares & Greifs, (if
Heaven has allowed any for me) Entirely {^to} my self. Dearest soul! thou
Softest, only treasure of my Heart! with wt more then joy {^do} I see ye time

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approach yt will restore thee to my fondness - absence is a kind of Death
as Rowe says
- Death is Parting, tis ye Last Said adieu t’wixt Soul & Body
Since I have known you, I have ceas’d to wonder yt Life is look’d upon as so
Invaluable a blessing - I am convinc’d – Life, & you, are, inestimable blessings –
your Dear Letter Lyes on ye table by me - I have kiss’d it a thousand
times - when my Angel! Shall I have power to do ye same to ye hand yt writ
it? That I could but lay it to my Lips, & heart! You must bear with me
I am never at ease but when I am writing to you, or reading a Letter
from you – Dear, Dearest Creature! I send you with this my Best, &
Fondest wishes - continue to Love me - & remember you are ye only
possessor of My Heart, & Soul - if there is a right sentiment in either
tis you that have inspir’d it – all in me yt can be agreeable, is wt I
have gain’d from my Passion for you, you have given a better, & softer
turn to my Disposition - I love, I admire, & imitate, (as much as I can
ye Dear creature, I was born to Doat on. My mother who sends her
Love, & Blessing to you, has this day recd a letter from our Father, he
Desires me, in a very Particular Manner to give his Love to you wn I write
& assure you he never thinks of you but with Real affection. I wish
you joy of a new relation, they come to town this week to see company
I have had a very kind letter from my Grandmother, who says she hopes
her dear Martin, & my self will come to town for a Day or two, to see
them, & pay our Complements: yr distance must be an Excuse from yt
but how can I fill a letter to you {^with} anything beside, telling you, that I
love you, & that if I were to frame a wish, wth a certainty it would be
answer’d, it should be that you should continue to me ye place you have
so generously xxx {^given} me in your Esteem - I might say your love - farewell my
soul My only Bliss! My Dearest life! Farewel.
J Madan.


If ye enclos’d relates to Mrs Betty's Br: I Beg you would let me know it. I get
my Br Cowpers sert: who is going early to morrow morning to Town, to put this in ye post there, I
believe you will have it a day ye sooner: see my Dearest, how I embrace every opportunity of
conversing with you - tho in this distant manner. My Dear Life you are my constant wish
& thought - send me word ye day {^is} fixed for your return? I expect you wth an impatience wch
no merit but yrs could Justifie - once more adieu, my own Madan, my Eternal Joy, Adieu

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To
Capt Madan of Lord Cobhams Regmt: of
Horse att Northampton
Northamptonshire
Wednesday morn: 1724

I have been waiting all this morning for ye
Post wch at last has brought ye Expected happiness – wt I can say to my own
Madan, for those Dear Expressions wch fill my heart, even at this Distance from
him with a joy not be Described - I know you love me, & in yt Knowledge
am happier, then titles, & Pomp ever made ye vainest of my Sex. My Dear
Dear creature - my faithful tender Friend - your Loved Image is continually
Present to my mind - I see you smile, & make my self happy by fancying
I see you smile upon me, as I remember you have so many times done,
when I have been in a trifling humour, and had Indulged ye gladness of my
soul, in wt a heart yt did not answer to my own, might have called impertinence, & perhaps it was so - but you, my Angel! Gave it a softer
name - I feel I confess ye sympathy you mention - you don't need to be
convinced of it, or I could appeal, to ye Part I have ever so Visibly Borne
in your Joys, & now, & then in yr uneasiness, Did you ever task a Happiness,
& Discover a satisfaction on any one circumstance, that did not make me
Look pleased, & happy? May this Blest Sympathy continue - may all my
joys be communicated to my Madan – but, I have yet to reserve - I am
in this one, instance covetous - I would have all my Cares & Griefs, (if
Heaven has allowed any for me) Entirely {^to} my self. Dearest soul! thou
Softest, only treasure of my Heart! with wt more then joy {^do} I see ye time

[f.43v]

approach yt will restore thee to my fondness - absence is a kind of Death
as Rowe says
- Death is Parting, tis ye Last Said adieu t’wixt Soul & Body
Since I have known you, I have ceased to wonder yt Life is looked upon as so
Invaluable a blessing - I am convinced – Life, & you, are, inestimable blessings –
your Dear Letter Lies on ye table by me - I have kissed it a thousand
times - when my Angel! Shall I have power to do ye same to ye hand yt writ
it? That I could but lay it to my Lips, & heart! You must bear with me
I am never at ease but when I am writing to you, or reading a Letter
from you – Dear, Dearest Creature! I send you with this my Best, &
Fondest wishes - continue to Love me - & remember you are ye only
possessor of My Heart, & Soul - if there is a right sentiment in either
tis you that have inspired it – all in me yt can be agreeable, is wt I
have gained from my Passion for you, you have given a better, & softer
turn to my Disposition - I love, I admire, & imitate, (as much as I can
ye Dear creature, I was born to Dote on. My mother who sends her
Love, & Blessing to you, has this day recd a letter from our Father, he
Desires me, in a very Particular Manner to give his Love to you wn I write
& assure you he never thinks of you but with Real affection. I wish
you joy of a new relation, they come to town this week to see company
I have had a very kind letter from my Grandmother, who says she hopes
her dear Martin, & my self will come to town for a Day or two, to see
them, & pay our Complements: yr distance must be an Excuse from yt
but how can I fill a letter to you {^with} anything beside, telling you, that I
love you, & that if I were to frame a wish, wth a certainty it would be
answered, it should be that you should continue to me ye place you have
so generously xxx {^given} me in your Esteem - I might say your love - farewell my
soul My only Bliss! My Dearest life! Farewell.
J Madan.


If ye enclosed relates to Mrs Betty's Br: I Beg you would let me know it. I get
my Br Cowpers sert: who is going early to morrow morning to Town, to put this in ye post there, I
believe you will have it a day ye sooner: see my Dearest, how I embrace every opportunity of
conversing with you - though in this distant manner. My Dear Life you are my constant wish
& thought - send me word ye day {^is} fixed for your return? I expect you wth an impatience wch
no merit but yrs could Justify - once more adieu, my own Madan, my Eternal Joy, Adieu

[f.44v]

To
Capt Madan of Lord Cobhams Regmt: of
Horse at Northampton
Northamptonshire
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Judith Madan to Martin Madan, 1724

A love letter rooted in embodied language, and discussions of body and soul. She greatly misses him and longs for his letters. Equates death, and the parting of body and soul at the moment of death, to the painful separation between them. She has kissed his letter multiple times and waits for the day when she can kiss him.

Madan Family

Eng Letter C.284 f.43

Bodleian Library, University of Oxford

1724

[England]

Northampton, Northamptonshire [England]

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  • conflictual
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  • positive

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People
Person: Judith Madan
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primary author

  • body
  • heart
  • lips
  • whole-body

  • death/dying
  • kissing
  • reading
  • thinking
  • writing

separation

  • feeling
  • happy
  • love (romantic)
  • sorrow

  • mind
  • self
  • soul
  • thought

marriage

Person: Martin Madan
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primary addressee

  • smiling
  • travel

separation

love (romantic)

marriage

Person: Pennington Goodere
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other

love (familial)

personal blessings