How inexpressible was y^e Pain w^th which I Parted from
my only Treasure! The Delight of my Eyes! & Constant, Darling
Joy of my Life! I have never had a moments Ease since, nor can
Perswade, My Heart to feel any Degree of Rest, till I know you are
Well, Happy you must not Be, if your soul Sympathizes with
mine, till we meet again –
Dearest Creature, may I not Hope you sometimes reflect w^th pleasure
on y^e Invaluable Hours we have known – when a word, or But a
look of yours has been of Consequence to my Happiness – tell me – can
you find any moment when from me, Preferable to those we have
Liv’d together? I wish this Cruel Separation, had fallen to y^e Lot
of those, to whom it would have been a releif from Ill nature, many
a miserable Couple would thank heaven, for w^t xxx is y^e only
misfortune I Dread when you are with me, & y^e only one y^t can
touch me which you continue to Love me. I Hope you will
Remember you are Expected here in y^e Xmas week, the King is I
fear in Holland, so that Particualar Obligation to be absent, will
certainly be over before that time, say something about this in y^r
next Letter – I have set my Heart of {^^on} seeing you then - & to Engage
you to come, do assure you I will be as Little impertinent as you
can Desire, I will set by you when you read, & when you are
Dispos’d to Walk will as constantly attend you as Trump Himself.

[f.77v]

My Dear creature – I am impatient till to morrow which you have
us’d me to Expect, will Bring me some mark of your goodness –
have numberless Obligations to you, & can never reflect on some
uneasines’s y^o have known upon my account, without a Pain, I
hope beyond w^t you ever Felt; I think much more on this Head then
I can possibly Express, But not more then you will Imagin if your
soul answers to y<sup>e Expressless Tenderness of mine for you
Send me word you are Easie, & never think in ye manner that has
made {^me} so often secretly wish (in spight of self Love) ye Object & source
of all your vexation & care, remov’d wt is my Life if it does
not Contribute to your Happiness!
My Dearest Child, you see with wt freedom I open my Heart to
you – you have a right to its most retir’d thoughts, since it was
Certainly Form’d for you alone, adiue My own Angel, whilst
I have any Being I must {^be} yours
J. M.

I Beg to hear from you next post.
All here send Love to yo, Br Cowper in a
Particular manner, Desir’d me to send his.

Dec:r ye 10th 1725</sup>

How inexpressible was y^e Pain w^th which I Parted from
my only Treasure! The Delight of my Eyes! & Constant, Darling
Joy of my Life! I have never had a moments Ease since, nor can
Persuade, My Heart to feel any Degree of Rest, till I know you are
Well, Happy you must not Be, if your soul Sympathizes with
mine, till we meet again –
Dearest Creature, may I not Hope you sometimes reflect w^th pleasure
on y^e Invaluable Hours we have known – when a word, or But a
look of yours has been of Consequence to my Happiness – tell me – can
you find any moment when from me, Preferable to those we have
Lived together? I wish this Cruel Separation, had fallen to y^e Lot
of those, to whom it would have been a relief from Ill nature, many
a miserable Couple would thank heaven, for w^t xxx is y^e only
misfortune I Dread when you are with me, & y^e only one y^t can
touch me which you continue to Love me. I Hope you will
Remember you are Expected here in y^e Xmas week, the King is I
fear in Holland, so that Particular Obligation to be absent, will
certainly be over before that time, say something about this in y^r
next Letter – I have set my Heart of {^^on} seeing you then - & to Engage
you to come, do assure you I will be as Little impertinent as you
can Desire, I will set by you when you read, & when you are
Disposed to Walk will as constantly attend you as Trump Himself.

[f.77v]

My Dear creature – I am impatient till to morrow which you have
used me to Expect, will Bring me some mark of your goodness –
have numberless Obligations to you, & can never reflect on some
uneasiness y^o have known upon my account, without a Pain, I
hope beyond w^t you ever Felt; I think much more on this Head then
I can possibly Express, But not more then you will Imagine if your
soul answers to y<sup>e Expressless Tenderness of mine for you
Send me word you are Easy, & never think in ye manner that has
made {^me} so often secretly wish (in spite of self Love) ye Object & source
of all your vexation & care, removed wt is my Life if it does
not Contribute to your Happiness!
My Dearest Child, you see with wt freedom I open my Heart to
you – you have a right to its most retired thoughts, since it was
Certainly Formed for you alone, adieu My own Angel, whilst
I have any Being I must {^be} yours
J. M.

I Beg to hear from you next post.
All here send Love to yo, Br Cowper in a
Particular manner, Desired me to send his.

Dec:r ye 10th 1725</sup>