Friday morn:
My Dearest Creature! I have just rec:^d your wish’d
for Letter, y^e Expectation of w:^ch has kept my waking y^e Greatest part
of this Night- no words can Express how Dear to me is every assurance
of your Love – my Happiness or misery in this world Entirely depends on
y^e Place I hold in your Heart, Give me then fresh & Endless Proofs of y^r
Passion, & Believe me, my Everlasting Charmer! no time, no circumstances
not absence its self can have Power to render you less Dear to my Soul.
I Beg y^o would continue to me, y^e Blessing of constantly Hearing From y^o
if you would in any degree lessen y^e Pain I find in this Seperation,
tell me your whole Heart – when we are together, I am no stranger to
it, Let not absence Deprive me of this Privilege – when you write,
Imagin y^r Self talking to me - & then sure it will Cease to Be a
disagreeable task –
Write Ever So; & If I answer you
I know not w^t, it shows y^e more of Love.
Love is a child y^t talks in Broken Language,
yet then He speaks most Plain.
Dryden

My Dearest Life! If it were Possible for me to Represent to you, y^e
melancholy way I am got into {^^&} y^e Painfull Sence I Hourly have of my
absence from all that is Desirable – I am sure your wonted goodness to me
would show its self, in Endeavours to give my Heart all y^e Ease in y^r Power
I constantly wake between y^e Dismal Hours of 4 & 5, in y^e morning, & at
y^t time of Reflection, cannot keep my self from a thousand insupportable

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thoughts – sometimes I imagin you are ill, & wanting me to watch &
attend you – if I get rid of this – I Dread y^e Distance Between us - & if
you will forgive {^^me} must own, I sometimes envy you y^e Happiness I Imagin
you Enjoy, & Fear y^e Company of y^r Friends, Books, & an agreeable
County, should make absence grow Familiar, & Easie to you - & thus I
have Open’d to you a Heart, whose only merit consists in being sensibly
touch’d By yours: adieu My Dear Soul! Preserve y^e Idea of my
Tenderness - & return my Love, By assuring me of your own – I am
your most affectionate Friend & Faithfull Wife – yours in every
Inclination – wish - & Thought
Judith Madan.

Our Dear Boy is well, & makes us a visit next Sunday.
All Here send Love to you. When you write next Direct it to my Father.

Friday morn:
My Dearest Creature! I have just rec:^d your wished
for Letter, y^e Expectation of w:^ch has kept my waking y^e Greatest part
of this Night- no words can Express how Dear to me is every assurance
of your Love – my Happiness or misery in this world Entirely depends on
y^e Place I hold in your Heart, Give me then fresh & Endless Proofs of y^r
Passion, & Believe me, my Everlasting Charmer! no time, no circumstances
not absence its self can have Power to render you less Dear to my Soul.
I Beg y^o would continue to me, y^e Blessing of constantly Hearing From y^o
if you would in any degree lessen y^e Pain I find in this Separation,
tell me your whole Heart – when we are together, I am no stranger to
it, Let not absence Deprive me of this Privilege – when you write,
Imagine y^r Self talking to me - & then sure it will Cease to Be a
disagreeable task –
Write Ever So; & If I answer you
I know not w^t, it shows y^e more of Love.
Love is a child y^t talks in Broken Language,
yet then He speaks most Plain.
Dryden

My Dearest Life! If it were Possible for me to Represent to you, y^e
melancholy way I am got into {^^&} y^e Painfull Sence I Hourly have of my
absence from all that is Desirable – I am sure your wonted goodness to me
would show its self, in Endeavours to give my Heart all y^e Ease in y^r Power
I constantly wake between y^e Dismal Hours of 4 & 5, in y^e morning, & at
y^t time of Reflection, cannot keep my self from a thousand insupportable

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thoughts – sometimes I imagine you are ill, & wanting me to watch &
attend you – if I get rid of this – I Dread y^e Distance Between us - & if
you will forgive {^^me} must own, I sometimes envy you y^e Happiness I Imagine
you Enjoy, & Fear y^e Company of y^r Friends, Books, & an agreeable
County, should make absence grow Familiar, & Easy to you - & thus I
have Opened to you a Heart, whose only merit consists in being sensibly
touched By yours: adieu My Dear Soul! Preserve y^e Idea of my
Tenderness - & return my Love, By assuring me of your own – I am
your most affectionate Friend & Faithfull Wife – yours in every
Inclination – wish - & Thought
Judith Madan.

Our Dear Boy is well, & makes us a visit next Sunday.
All Here send Love to you. When you write next Direct it to my Father.