My Heart was too full when I parted from you
to suffer me to tell you any part of the Pain it
Felt: if {^^you} could see me at this moment My
Tears w^ch almost prevent my writing, would
perhaps give you some Idea of the Present state
of a mind that is scarce able to support it
self under so melancholy a Distance from all
that is Dear & Delightfull – your self, my
adorable angel! & y^e Lov’d retirement where I have
been blest with you, return every moment to my
Imagination, & absence, if possible, have made you
Dearer to me then Ever – I wish I could banish
from my remembrance scenes so full of
Pleasure, so Impossible to Be restor’d in Every
Circumstance of Happiness – how Painfull are
Reflections like these! they would be insup=
=portable, if your Image Did not Interpose, & y^e
Hope I have that I {^^am} still Belov’d by you, & y^t
you will soon tell me so, & in the Joy of
Seeing you again, faithfully & tenderly mine,
make me loose every other Thought, my Dearest
Creature, what has help’d in a Great Degree to
oppress my Heart has been my Fears of many

[f.100v]

kinds for your poor little martin, who was taken
ill
about an hour after I parted from you, very
sick, & out of order in his stomach, it grew
Better rather before we reach’d Harbrough, but
made him Bear the Journey from thence not
very easily: the roads xxx were intolerable
bad & xxx Dangerous, so I cannot express
my concern & Dread for him, they were forc’d
once all to get out of that the coach, & {^^the} children
were carry’d a good {^^way} on horseback, before they
Durst Venture them in again, & then so Violent
the Jolting & so Deep many of the Sloughs
the Servants had much adoe to Prevent the
childrens being thrown against y^e sides of the
coach, or against one another, w^ch occasion’d
a misfortune xxx that has given me great pain, & I
doubt will you, Poor Morange was by a violent
Jolt thrown out, & run over by the wheel
which as you may easily suppose Left her
Dead. I am Heartily sorry for the accident
but thank God it was y^e worst we met w^th
I hope to send you a Better account of
Martin when I seal this, then I can now
he was this night taken very ill something

[f.101]

of a feavour & sickness at his stomach
I am call’d away or would add much I have
to tell you – this is Left at S^t Albans by y^e
Coachman y^t goes Back so I am Oblig’d to
conclude in a hurry. Dear Dearest, & my
most Intirely Belov’ Madan Adiue
Eternaly yours
J M

since I finish’d this I am
told Martin is Better & asleep

Brettby April the 18 1728
write to me soon if you have any regard to
my Ease: for I am not able to Bear the
thought of your being ill wⁿ you Left me
your Welfare & happiness are Dearer to me
then my own.

My Heart was too full when I parted from you
to suffer me to tell you any part of the Pain it
Felt: if {^^you} could see me at this moment My
Tears w^ch almost prevent my writing, would
perhaps give you some Idea of the Present state
of a mind that is scarce able to support it
self under so melancholy a Distance from all
that is Dear & Delightful – your self, my
adorable angel! & y^e Loved retirement where I have
been blest with you, return every moment to my
Imagination, & absence, if possible, have made you
Dearer to me then Ever – I wish I could banish
from my remembrance scenes so full of
Pleasure, so Impossible to Be restored in Every
Circumstance of Happiness – how Painful are
Reflections like these! they would be insup=
=portable, if your Image Did not Interpose, & y^e
Hope I have that I {^^am} still Beloved by you, & y^t
you will soon tell me so, & in the Joy of
Seeing you again, faithfully & tenderly mine,
make me loose every other Thought, my Dearest
Creature, what has helped in a Great Degree to
oppress my Heart has been my Fears of many

[f.100v]

kinds for your poor little martin, who was taken
ill
about an hour after I parted from you, very
sick, & out of order in his stomach, it grew
Better rather before we reached Harbrough, but
made him Bear the Journey from thence not
very easily: the roads xxx were intolerable
bad & xxx Dangerous, so I cannot express
my concern & Dread for him, they were forced
once all to get out of that the coach, & {^^the} children
were carried a good {^^way} on horseback, before they
Durst Venture them in again, & then so Violent
the Jolting & so Deep many of the Sloughs
the Servants had much ado to Prevent the
children's being thrown against y^e sides of the
coach, or against one another, w^ch occasioned
a misfortune xxx that has given me great pain, & I
doubt will you, Poor Morange was by a violent
Jolt thrown out, & run over by the wheel
which as you may easily suppose Left her
Dead. I am Heartily sorry for the accident
but thank God it was y^e worst we met w^th
I hope to send you a Better account of
Martin when I seal this, then I can now
he was this night taken very ill something

[f.101]

of a fever & sickness at his stomach
I am called away or would add much I have
to tell you – this is Left at S^t Albans by y^e
Coachman y^t goes Back so I am Obliged to
conclude in a hurry. Dear Dearest, & my
most Entirely Beloved’ Madan Adieu
Eternally yours
J M

since I finished this I am
told Martin is Better & asleep

Brettby April the 18 1728
write to me soon if you have any regard to
my Ease: for I am not able to Bear the
thought of your being ill wⁿ you Left me
your Welfare & happiness are Dearer to me
then my own.