Brookstreet June y^e
7^th 1729

Tis Impossible for me to tell you, my own Soul! how
unhappy I find my self in this absence from you, & confin=
=ement to a Dusty Disagreeable Town, In w^ch I might perhaps
find Divertions in common w^th y^e Rest of the World, if I
could but find a Tast for them – but that you have taken
from me, & convinc’d my by a happy Experience, there is nothing
worth Living for but y^r self, no Greif that you cannot
soften, nor happiness that is not doubl’d by being Divided w^th
you
I wish for your kind summons to Holliport, & Hope in that
Place, & in y^e Possession of my Dearest Martin, to Loose many
painfull thoughts that Hourly oppress me Here, & take away
all Relish of the Enjoyments of Life, that yet are mine – the
cheif of w^ch my sum of Happiness! & Earnest of a thousand
joys! is y^e sence I have of your Love, in that is plac’d all
that can recompence me for w^t I have suffer’d since our first
acquaintance, w^ch I am far from wishing to Express, so as to
give you any notion off perhaps you’l say I write this in
a Spleenatick fit, but don’t Fancy so, I am very cheerfull, &
Easy, & if you was here, could forget I was Ever unhappy, &
Perswade my self into the oppinion that Brookstreet is full as
agreeable a Place, as Dear Lost Hertingfordbury. So much for
my self, I think it now time to begin to talk of other

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people. The Prince Sup’d last night at your B^rs & w^t you
inquir’d after is as it was. I shall obey your commands wⁿ in
my Power there has been no drawing room this week, the Queen
& Princess Emilia having been ill, the Latter of a feavor &
plarisie, & not yet out of her chamber.
L^dy Russell set out for stoke this morn: she has been so good
To give you 20: Gs toward furnishing y^r Castle. Wⁿ I am
doing in y^e plainest, & cheapest manner I can, & hope y^o
will approve of w^t I have done. I am in some Distress at
pre^st w^th the cook who is sick a bed of a feavor, & {^^{ye maid}} Molly
much out of order both in body {^^&} in mind: but I’ll say no more
on Disagreeable subject but hasten to release you xxx & only
add the assurance that in all places, & at all times I am
yours w^t y^e most unchangeable affection Dearest Dear
Soul Adieu!
J M

I have rec^d 20^d pound from M^r Worthington, & hope y^t will carry
me out of town. here is a Letter from M^r Tyrrel w^ch I will
not send you for fear of an accident. He says he shall ship you
20: L^dds of sugar on board y^e Dispatch Cap^t Burroughs who was
to sail in y^e weeks from y^e 4^th April. the storms have done
damage but he hopes there will be near sixty L^dds more to
make off the Potwork Plantation. he has made you 12 L^dd
off your own, there is a pretty many Canes yet to take off
tho’ not very good &c

Brookstreet June y^e
7^th 1729

Tis Impossible for me to tell you, my own Soul! how
unhappy I find my self in this absence from you, & confin=
=ement to a Dusty Disagreeable Town, In w^ch I might perhaps
find Diversions in common w^th y^e Rest of the World, if I
could but find a Taste for them – but that you have taken
from me, & convinced my by a happy Experience, there is nothing
worth Living for but y^r self, no Greif that you cannot
soften, nor happiness that is not doubled by being Divided w^th
you
I wish for your kind summons to Holliport, & Hope in that
Place, & in y^e Possession of my Dearest Martin, to Loose many
painful thoughts that Hourly oppress me Here, & take away
all Relish of the Enjoyments of Life, that yet are mine – the
chief of w^ch my sum of Happiness! & Earnest of a thousand
joys! is y^e sense I have of your Love, in that is placed all
that can recompense me for w^t I have suffered since our first
acquaintance, w^ch I am far from wishing to Express, so as to
give you any notion off perhaps you'll say I write this in
a Spleenatick fit, but don’t Fancy so, I am very cheerful, &
Easy, & if you was here, could forget I was Ever unhappy, &
Persuade my self into the oppinion that Brookstreet is full as
agreeable a Place, as Dear Lost Hertingfordbury. So much for
my self, I think it now time to begin to talk of other

[f.107v]

people. The Prince Supped last night at your B^rs & w^t you
inquired after is as it was. I shall obey your commands wⁿ in
my Power there has been no drawing room this week, the Queen
& Princess Emilia having been ill, the Latter of a fever &
pleurisy, & not yet out of her chamber.
L^dy Russell set out for stoke this morn: she has been so good
To give you 20: Gs toward furnishing y^r Castle. Wⁿ I am
doing in y^e plainest, & cheapest manner I can, & hope y^o
will approve of w^t I have done. I am in some Distress at
pre^st w^th the cook who is sick a bed of a fever, & {^^{ye maid}} Molly
much out of order both in body {^^&} in mind: but I’ll say no more
on Disagreeable subject but hasten to release you xxx & only
add the assurance that in all places, & at all times I am
yours w^t y^e most unchangeable affection Dearest Dear
Soul Adieu!
J M

I have rec^d 20^d pound from M^r Worthington, & hope y^t will carry
me out of town. here is a Letter from M^r Tyrrel w^ch I will
not send you for fear of an accident. He says he shall ship you
20: L^dds of sugar on board y^e Dispatch Cap^t Burroughs who was
to sail in y^e weeks from y^e 4^th April. the storms have done
damage but he hopes there will be near sixty L^dds more to
make off the Potwork Plantation. he has made you 12 L^dd
off your own, there is a pretty many Canes yet to take off
though’ not very good &c