895 - Judith Madan to Martin Madan, 5 May 1724
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A thousand thanks to my Dearest creature: for his welcome Letter, it gave
Me an Ease, & pleasure wch: nothing else at this Distance from him could have Done.
Every tender Expression, is a powerful Cordial to my Heart; wch: has had much
Adoe to support its self under ye misfortune of your absence: I have read it
Over, & over, & keep it as an inestimable mark of that affection, on wch: the
Happiness of my Life Depends. How good you are to give me hopes of
Seeing you sooner then I Expected! When do you fix a day for making me
Amends for all I have suffer’d since this cruel Separation? When shall I again
See those Lov’d Eyes, hear that Dear voice?
O! when will Heaven, Propitious to my Pray’rs
Restore thee safe, & Banish all my Cares?
When, in thy dear, Lov’d Sight, Shall I rejoyce?
When, Hear ye melting musick of thy voice?
When, shall I, all my ardent vows renew?
Reflecting back yt flame; wch: I first caught from you
Your kind advice to me, to take care of my self, makes me take ye Liberty of
Desiring you to do ye Same – for Gods sake, my Dear Soul! Take care of my
Life, & Happyness, wch: are Entirely in your Keeping – if you find your self
Under ye least indisposition, I Beg, as you love me, get leave to come to a
Creature who Lives but for you - & would watch you with as much tenderness
As {^a} fond mother could do her Darling Child – you, are all to me – all ye
Dearest Eyes of Relation – ye Voluntary Obligations of ye most strict Friends=
=shops – are but faint Representation of yt Love, wch: Writes me to you, Sure
There will come a time when we shall be Strangers to seperation – don’t you
[f.47v]
Remember yt Expression in a Letter you sent me some time agoe?
I am almost afraid of tireing you with all these long letters, But I will not
Suffer my self to Imagine ye Possible, since I have been blest enough to see you
Pass a much longer time with me, then they will take to read, & Discover no
Signs of Impatience to Leave me, but rather a constant pleasure, & satisfaction.
How happy were those Hours! Tell me, thou Dearest, only treasure of my Soul!
If you Ever found more agreeable moment then those you have spent wth me?
Am I distinguish’d enough By fate, to have given, ye perfect happiness I have
Receiv’d from you? Tell me, & give me an Excuse to be Vain.
I must, while I live, be yours, in every inclination, wish & thought, you are
Ye Object my Eyes will last beholdwith pleasure; sure my Dearest
Angel! Ye narrow bounds of our Lives, will not Limit a Passion like ours
I firmly believe I shall forever be yours, tho’ perhaps in another, Better
Form – If there is anything {^in} me not Blamable; I believe Heaven will
So Reward it. I hope to morrow post will bring a Letter, if not I must
be patient as I can till Friday, do but Imagine ye Joy hearing from yo
Gives me, & forbear writingxxx if you can. Do you read my Letters wth
Any pleasure? Or do you ever Expect ‘em, with anything like impatience?
My Dear, Dear, Madan, My only Joy! My Best, & Dearest Friend! My
Externally Belov’d Life! Receive with this Letter ye heart & soul of
Your most affly faithfull
J Madan.
May ye 5 1724
P.S.
My mother sends her Love to you, & wishes to see you here. The Doctor
The same, but says {^he} will write himself. I have not been able to let a
Post go without carry{^ing} a mark of thy remembrance to you – I am never at
Ease but when I am thus imply’d: Dear Dear Creature once more Adieu!
[f.48]
To
Capt: Madan of Lord Cobhams Regmt
Of Horse at Northampton
Northamptonshire
Me an Ease, & pleasure wch: nothing else at this Distance from him could have Done.
Every tender Expression, is a powerful Cordial to my Heart; wch: has had much
Adoe to support its self under ye misfortune of your absence: I have read it
Over, & over, & keep it as an inestimable mark of that affection, on wch: the
Happiness of my Life Depends. How good you are to give me hopes of
Seeing you sooner then I Expected! When do you fix a day for making me
Amends for all I have suffer’d since this cruel Separation? When shall I again
See those Lov’d Eyes, hear that Dear voice?
O! when will Heaven, Propitious to my Pray’rs
Restore thee safe, & Banish all my Cares?
When, in thy dear, Lov’d Sight, Shall I rejoyce?
When, Hear ye melting musick of thy voice?
When, shall I, all my ardent vows renew?
Reflecting back yt flame; wch: I first caught from you
Your kind advice to me, to take care of my self, makes me take ye Liberty of
Desiring you to do ye Same – for Gods sake, my Dear Soul! Take care of my
Life, & Happyness, wch: are Entirely in your Keeping – if you find your self
Under ye least indisposition, I Beg, as you love me, get leave to come to a
Creature who Lives but for you - & would watch you with as much tenderness
As {^a} fond mother could do her Darling Child – you, are all to me – all ye
Dearest Eyes of Relation – ye Voluntary Obligations of ye most strict Friends=
=shops – are but faint Representation of yt Love, wch: Writes me to you, Sure
There will come a time when we shall be Strangers to seperation – don’t you
[f.47v]
Remember yt Expression in a Letter you sent me some time agoe?
I am almost afraid of tireing you with all these long letters, But I will not
Suffer my self to Imagine ye Possible, since I have been blest enough to see you
Pass a much longer time with me, then they will take to read, & Discover no
Signs of Impatience to Leave me, but rather a constant pleasure, & satisfaction.
How happy were those Hours! Tell me, thou Dearest, only treasure of my Soul!
If you Ever found more agreeable moment then those you have spent wth me?
Am I distinguish’d enough By fate, to have given, ye perfect happiness I have
Receiv’d from you? Tell me, & give me an Excuse to be Vain.
I must, while I live, be yours, in every inclination, wish & thought, you are
Ye Object my Eyes will last behold
Angel! Ye narrow bounds of our Lives, will not Limit a Passion like ours
I firmly believe I shall forever be yours, tho’ perhaps in another, Better
Form – If there is anything {^in} me not Blamable; I believe Heaven will
So Reward it. I hope to morrow post will bring a Letter, if not I must
be patient as I can till Friday, do but Imagine ye Joy hearing from yo
Gives me, & forbear writing
Any pleasure? Or do you ever Expect ‘em, with anything like impatience?
My Dear, Dear, Madan, My only Joy! My Best, & Dearest Friend! My
Externally Belov’d Life! Receive with this Letter ye heart & soul of
Your most affly faithfull
J Madan.
May ye 5 1724
P.S.
My mother sends her Love to you, & wishes to see you here. The Doctor
The same, but says {^he} will write himself. I have not been able to let a
Post go without carry{^ing} a mark of thy remembrance to you – I am never at
Ease but when I am thus imply’d: Dear Dear Creature once more Adieu!
[f.48]
To
Capt: Madan of Lord Cobhams Regmt
Of Horse at Northampton
Northamptonshire
A thousand thanks to my Dearest creature: for his welcome Letter, it gave
Me an Ease, & pleasure wch: nothing else at this Distance from him could have Done.
Every tender Expression, is a powerful Cordial to my Heart; wch: has had much
Ado to support its self under ye misfortune of your absence: I have read it
Over, & over, & keep it as an inestimable mark of that affection, on wch: the
Happiness of my Life Depends. How good you are to give me hopes of
Seeing you sooner then I Expected! When do you fix a day for making me
Amends for all I have suffered since this cruel Separation? When shall I again
See those Loved Eyes, hear that Dear voice?
O! when will Heaven, Propitious to my Prayers
Restore thee safe, & Banish all my Cares?
When, in thy dear, Loved Sight, Shall I rejoice?
When, Hear ye melting music of thy voice?
When, shall I, all my ardent vows renew?
Reflecting back yt flame; wch: I first caught from you
Your kind advice to me, to take care of my self, makes me take ye Liberty of
Desiring you to do ye Same – for Gods sake, my Dear Soul! Take care of my
Life, & Happiness, wch: are Entirely in your Keeping – if you find your self
Under ye least indisposition, I Beg, as you love me, get leave to come to a
Creature who Lives but for you - & would watch you with as much tenderness
As {^a} fond mother could do her Darling Child – you, are all to me – all ye
Dearest Eyes of Relation – ye Voluntary Obligations of ye most strict Friends=
=shops – are but faint Representation of yt Love, wch: Writes me to you, Sure
There will come a time when we shall be Strangers to separation – don’t you
[f.47v]
Remember yt Expression in a Letter you sent me some time ago?
I am almost afraid of tiring you with all these long letters, But I will not
Suffer my self to Imagine ye Possible, since I have been blest enough to see you
Pass a much longer time with me, then they will take to read, & Discover no
Signs of Impatience to Leave me, but rather a constant pleasure, & satisfaction.
How happy were those Hours! Tell me, thou Dearest, only treasure of my Soul!
If you Ever found more agreeable moment then those you have spent wth me?
Am I distinguished enough By fate, to have given, ye perfect happiness I have
Received from you? Tell me, & give me an Excuse to be Vain.
I must, while I live, be yours, in every inclination, wish & thought, you are
Ye Object my Eyes will last beholdwith pleasure; sure my Dearest
Angel! Ye narrow bounds of our Lives, will not Limit a Passion like ours
I firmly believe I shall forever be yours, tho’ perhaps in another, Better
Form – If there is anything {^in} me not Blameable; I believe Heaven will
So Reward it. I hope to morrow post will bring a Letter, if not I must
be patient as I can till Friday, do but Imagine ye Joy hearing from yo
Gives me, & forbear writingxxx if you can. Do you read my Letters wth
Any pleasure? Or do you ever Expect ‘em, with anything like impatience?
My Dear, Dear, Madan, My only Joy! My Best, & Dearest Friend! My
Externally Beloved Life! Receive with this Letter ye heart & soul of
Your most affly faithful
J Madan.
May ye 5 1724
P.S.
My mother sends her Love to you, & wishes to see you here. The Doctor
The same, but says {^he} will write himself. I have not been able to let a
Post go without carry{^ing} a mark of thy remembrance to you – I am never at
Ease but when I am thus implied: Dear Dear Creature once more Adieu!
[f.48]
To
Capt: Madan of Lord Cobham's Regmt
Of Horse at Northampton
Northamptonshire
Me an Ease, & pleasure wch: nothing else at this Distance from him could have Done.
Every tender Expression, is a powerful Cordial to my Heart; wch: has had much
Ado to support its self under ye misfortune of your absence: I have read it
Over, & over, & keep it as an inestimable mark of that affection, on wch: the
Happiness of my Life Depends. How good you are to give me hopes of
Seeing you sooner then I Expected! When do you fix a day for making me
Amends for all I have suffered since this cruel Separation? When shall I again
See those Loved Eyes, hear that Dear voice?
O! when will Heaven, Propitious to my Prayers
Restore thee safe, & Banish all my Cares?
When, in thy dear, Loved Sight, Shall I rejoice?
When, Hear ye melting music of thy voice?
When, shall I, all my ardent vows renew?
Reflecting back yt flame; wch: I first caught from you
Your kind advice to me, to take care of my self, makes me take ye Liberty of
Desiring you to do ye Same – for Gods sake, my Dear Soul! Take care of my
Life, & Happiness, wch: are Entirely in your Keeping – if you find your self
Under ye least indisposition, I Beg, as you love me, get leave to come to a
Creature who Lives but for you - & would watch you with as much tenderness
As {^a} fond mother could do her Darling Child – you, are all to me – all ye
Dearest Eyes of Relation – ye Voluntary Obligations of ye most strict Friends=
=shops – are but faint Representation of yt Love, wch: Writes me to you, Sure
There will come a time when we shall be Strangers to separation – don’t you
[f.47v]
Remember yt Expression in a Letter you sent me some time ago?
I am almost afraid of tiring you with all these long letters, But I will not
Suffer my self to Imagine ye Possible, since I have been blest enough to see you
Pass a much longer time with me, then they will take to read, & Discover no
Signs of Impatience to Leave me, but rather a constant pleasure, & satisfaction.
How happy were those Hours! Tell me, thou Dearest, only treasure of my Soul!
If you Ever found more agreeable moment then those you have spent wth me?
Am I distinguished enough By fate, to have given, ye perfect happiness I have
Received from you? Tell me, & give me an Excuse to be Vain.
I must, while I live, be yours, in every inclination, wish & thought, you are
Ye Object my Eyes will last behold
Angel! Ye narrow bounds of our Lives, will not Limit a Passion like ours
I firmly believe I shall forever be yours, tho’ perhaps in another, Better
Form – If there is anything {^in} me not Blameable; I believe Heaven will
So Reward it. I hope to morrow post will bring a Letter, if not I must
be patient as I can till Friday, do but Imagine ye Joy hearing from yo
Gives me, & forbear writing
Any pleasure? Or do you ever Expect ‘em, with anything like impatience?
My Dear, Dear, Madan, My only Joy! My Best, & Dearest Friend! My
Externally Beloved Life! Receive with this Letter ye heart & soul of
Your most affly faithful
J Madan.
May ye 5 1724
P.S.
My mother sends her Love to you, & wishes to see you here. The Doctor
The same, but says {^he} will write himself. I have not been able to let a
Post go without carry{^ing} a mark of thy remembrance to you – I am never at
Ease but when I am thus implied: Dear Dear Creature once more Adieu!
[f.48]
To
Capt: Madan of Lord Cobham's Regmt
Of Horse at Northampton
Northamptonshire
Details
Judith Madan to Martin Madan, 5 May 1724
Judith described Martin’s letter as a ‘cordial to my heart’ – she reads them repeatedly. She longs to know when she will see his eyes and hear his voice again. He has advised her to take care of herself in his absence, and she returns this advice to him – all her happiness is bound up in his health and wellbeing, so he must look after himself, and be wary of any signs of ill health. She asks whether he reads her letters with the same pleasure with which she reads his, and states that she sends her ‘heart and soul’ along with the letter.
Madan Family
Eng Letter C.284 f.47
Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
1724
5
5
[England]
[Northampton, Northamptonshire, England]
People
Person: Judith Madan
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primary author
- eyes
- heart
- devotional practice
- listening
- looking
- reading
- thinking
- writing
separation
easy
- affection
- feeling
- grateful
- happy
- love (romantic)
- memory
- self
- soul
- thought
sight
- care provided by family/kin/household
- regimen
marriage
Person: Martin Madan
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primary addressee
- constitution
- eyes
- reading
- talking
separation
safe
love (romantic)
- care provided by family/kin/household
- regimen
marriage
How to Cite
To Cite this Letter
Judith Madan to Martin Madan, 5 May 1724, 551724: Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford, Madan Family, Eng Letter C.284 f.47
To Cite this Edition
Material Identities, Social Bodies: Embodiment in British Letters c.1680-1820. Compiled by: Karen Harvey, Helen Esfandiary, Sarah Fox, Emily Vine, University of Birmingham. Project funded by the Leverhulme Trust (2021-2025, Ref. RPG-2020-163), https://socialbodies.bham.ac.uk.