My ever Dearest Soul, I have this moment stole from the
Company to converse w^th you, I mean my Person has stalk’t from
them, my Thoughts or my Soul have never wander’d home my Dearest
Ju, whether Surrounded by Friends, or lost in Plenty I never can
be forgetful of my Dearest Angel, to compleat my happiness
I must form y^r Image to my Vieu: If I sing Cloe of toast
Cleora, if I paint Vertue or Perfection who can it mean but
you? xxxx I am sorry to
confess how many obligations I have to you, & at the same
time to own Gratitude must be the Payment, I have remembered
y^r Plan of Diversions during my absence & last night Imagin’d
you at M^rs Kemps, but pleas’d my self y^t the fawning Caresse
of a Powder’d Toupie cou’d not expunge me from y^r Thoughts
We are here perfectly sociable, all merry, & spend our time as
happily as separation from our mistresses will allow us,
laughing is our chief exercise & mirth & joy are our most
intimate acquaintance – Thursday was the Day fixt for
our return but since is adjourn’d to Sunday, then shall
I be happy w^th my Dearest Judith that wrote me the prettier
Letter, w^ch I rec^d this afternoon, that ever I read in my Life, thou
kind Creature to flatter me, & xxx asur’d xxx my
fancied Happyness to be real – it is now past one a Clock
in the Morning my Eyes will serve me no Longer, Adieu my
eternal Joy I am y^rs intirely & sincerely
M. Madan
Ethrope
X^tmas Night 1724

My ever Dearest Soul, I have this moment stole from the
Company to converse w^th you, I mean my Person has stalked from
them, my Thoughts or my Soul have never wandered home my Dearest
Ju, whether Surrounded by Friends, or lost in Plenty I never can
be forgetful of my Dearest Angel, to complete my happiness
I must form y^r Image to my View: If I sing Cloe of toast
Cleora, if I paint Virtue or Perfection who can it mean but
you? xxxx I am sorry to
confess how many obligations I have to you, & at the same
time to own Gratitude must be the Payment, I have remembered
y^r Plan of Diversions during my absence & last night Imagined
you at M^rs Kemps, but pleased my self y^t the fawning Caress
of a Powdered Toupee could not expunge me from y^r Thoughts
We are here perfectly sociable, all merry, & spend our time as
happily as separation from our mistresses will allow us,
laughing is our chief exercise & mirth & joy are our most
intimate acquaintance – Thursday was the Day fixt for
our return but since is adjourned to Sunday, then shall
I be happy w^th my Dearest Judith that wrote me the prettier
Letter, w^ch I rec^d this afternoon, that ever I read in my Life, thou
kind Creature to flatter me, & xxx assured xxx my
fancied Happiness to be real – it is now past one a Clock
in the Morning my Eyes will serve me no Longer, Adieu my
eternal Joy I am y^rs entirely & sincerely
M. Madan
Ethrope
X^tmas Night 1724