Friday Morn: 1724
I happen’d this morning to lye abed longer then usual,
So y^t my Eyes were blest at once with your Letter, & y^e Light – a thousand
Thanks to my Dearest Soul, for those Dear, kind Expressions y^t speake me the
Happiest creature in y^e World: I wanted no Proofs of y^r Love – nor did I
Imagin wⁿ we parted, t’was in y^r Power to give me greater, then your reluctance
to Leave me – But your constant rem{^^em}berance of me – the Engageing tenderness
of your Letters – your Obligeing care in letting every Post bring me Fresh assurances
of my Happiness – is w^t, my ever Dearest Life! Has, if possible, made you
still Nearer to my Heart – I am pleas’d y^t y^e whole Joy of my future
Days, should Depend upon you – I intrust you with all my years to come;
Make ‘em but conduce to your own Happyness, & conclude me compleatly Blest
If Heaven Denys me Years – my every moment shall be yours: My Dear
Dear, Madan, my only Treasure! Tho I know I am in Debt to you, above a
Possibility of a Return, yet when I Reflect it is to you I am satisfi’d – I {^^am} pleas’d
to owe every Joy in Life to you, how happy shall I Esteem my Self, if it is
ever in my Power to make my actions speak, w^t my Heart is at this time
xxx too full off, to be capable of Uttering! The continuance of y^e Love, and
Freindship, you ask, Depends but on y^t of my Life, while I have any sence
of merit, & gratitude, (& I wish to live no longer then I have) I must {^^be} yours
in every thought, & Inclination, my soul is bound to yours by y^e strongest
tho at y^e same time y^e softest Tyes, in nature – why will you remind me
of my own Faults, by imagining you have any – I must say to you as Steele
says on Examining y^e Heart of Seriphima, if there are any Blemishes in
it, they are too small, to be discover’d by Humane Eyes.
Dear, Dear, Madan, I Love you – I will at this Distance give back your words –

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& turn a kind of silent Echo to your thoughts – there is something in you
So above y^e Idea’s I have ever form’d to my self of a creature I could Love
(tho I can assure you I form’d them much beyond anything I imagin’d xxx {^^Possible}
{^^to} meet w^th:] y^t I could even grow Romantick - & give you a poetical Discription
Of your Self – but your merit shall not make you suffer - & beside were I to go
about it, I should find, to succeed tolerably in anything of y^t sort, y^e mind should
be perfectly at Ease – mine I am sure was so, wⁿ: I writ some things, I can
never repent off, since I have been Blest enough to see you read them with
Pleasure – How happily were those moments Employ’d, y^t could produce w^t y^e
Happy Partiality you {^^ever} had for me, made y^e Entertainment of some of yours?
My Dearest Creature! I begin now to have some prospect of your Return, I
Am oblige’d to Coll: Bland for his complement, but shall be much more, if it
{^^is} not merely one: I want {^^to} have a Day fix’d, get him to do y^t for us, did he
never Love himself? Sure if he did, & it is in his power, he cannot have y^e
Cruelty to detain you much longer. Tis almost a Fortnight since my Eyes
have beheld that Dear Face – I have not heard you speak – not had it in
My Power to tell you how Dear you are to me – I have ten thousand
assurances of Love to give you – sure I never told you, youx {^^are}by infinite
Y^e happiness of yours, then I would to prolong y^e Date of my own –
Adieu my own Madan! You are belov’d with a Passion above all
Expression, By your most faithfull, & aff. Wife, your most constant and
Entire Friend –

J Madan
My Mother, & y^e Doctor joyn in Love to you.
Sunday Noon. I have just now rec^d My Dearest Souls Oblidging remembrance of me

Friday Morn: 1724
I happened this morning to lye abed longer then usual,
So y^t my Eyes were blest at once with your Letter, & y^e Light – a thousand
Thanks to my Dearest Soul, for those Dear, kind Expressions y^t speak me the
Happiest creature in y^e World: I wanted no Proofs of y^r Love – nor did I
Imagine wⁿ we parted, t’was in y^r Power to give me greater, then your reluctance
to Leave me – But your constant rem{^^em}berance of me – the Engaging tenderness
of your Letters – your Obliging care in letting every Post bring me Fresh assurances
of my Happiness – is w^t, my ever Dearest Life! Has, if possible, made you
still Nearer to my Heart – I am pleas’d y^t y^e whole Joy of my future
Days, should Depend upon you – I intrust you with all my years to come;
Make ‘em but conduce to your own Happiness, & conclude me completely Blest
If Heaven Denys me Years – my every moment shall be yours: My Dear
Dear, Madan, my only Treasure! Tho I know I am in Debt to you, above a
Possibility of a Return, yet when I Reflect it is to you I am satisfied – I {^^am} pleased
to owe every Joy in Life to you, how happy shall I Esteem my Self, if it is
ever in my Power to make my actions speak, w^t my Heart is at this time
xxx too full off, to be capable of Uttering! The continuance of y^e Love, and
Friendship, you ask, Depends but on y^t of my Life, while I have any sense
of merit, & gratitude, (& I wish to live no longer then I have) I must {^^be} yours
in every thought, & Inclination, my soul is bound to yours by y^e strongest
tho at y^e same time y^e softest Ties, in nature – why will you remind me
of my own Faults, by imagining you have any – I must say to you as Steele
says on Examining y^e Heart of Seriphima, if there are any Blemishes in
it, they are too small, to be discovered by Humane Eyes.
Dear, Dear, Madan, I Love you – I will at this Distance give back your words –

[f.55v]

& turn a kind of silent Echo to your thoughts – there is something in you
So above y^e Idea’s I have ever formed to my self of a creature I could Love
(though I can assure you I formed them much beyond anything I imagined xxx {^^Possible}
{^^to} meet w^th:] y^t I could even grow Romantic - & give you a poetical Description
Of your Self – but your merit shall not make you suffer - & beside were I to go
about it, I should find, to succeed tolerably in anything of y^t sort, y^e mind should
be perfectly at Ease – mine I am sure was so, wⁿ: I writ some things, I can
never repent off, since I have been Blest enough to see you read them with
Pleasure – How happily were those moments Employed, y^t could produce w^t y^e
Happy Partiality you {^^ever} had for me, made y^e Entertainment of some of yours?
My Dearest Creature! I begin now to have some prospect of your Return, I
Am obliged to Coll: Bland for his complement, but shall be much more, if it
{^^is} not merely one: I want {^^to} have a Day fixed, get him to do y^t for us, did he
never Love himself? Sure if he did, & it is in his power, he cannot have y^e
Cruelty to detain you much longer. Tis almost a Fortnight since my Eyes
have beheld that Dear Face – I have not heard you speak – not had it in
My Power to tell you how Dear you are to me – I have ten thousand
assurances of Love to give you – sure I never told you, youx {^^are}by infinite
Y^e happiness of yours, then I would to prolong y^e Date of my own –
Adieu my own Madan! You are beloved with a Passion above all
Expression, By your most faithful, & aff. Wife, your most constant and
Entire Friend –

J Madan
My Mother, & y^e Doctor join in Love to you.
Sunday Noon. I have just now rec^d My Dearest Souls Obliging remembrance of me