you cannot Imagin my Dearest Soul! w^t
I suffer’d from your silence, yet How many Excuses had I
Fram’d for you in my own mind; even better then that you
you made for it? not but I do suppose you very much
Taken up, surrounded by y^r Friends, who if I may Judge
by my self would not Easily part with you tho’ but for a
moment – I allow all this – yet still, where the Heart is
concern’d How many Opportunitys will it find? how many
contrive for its self? I am Happy in the assurance
you give me of your remembering, & missing me at Brettby
I am Vain Enough Even to Believe y^t Possible, But after y^e
miracle you have shown me of so many years Love, &
unalter’d Tenderness, ‘tis not extraordinary I should beleive
anything you Tell me, Especially in a case where my
Happiness Entirely Depends on my Faith. My Dearest
creature! ‘tis now a fortnight since you left me how
Tedious, yet how inconsiderable is y^t space of time, to the
weeks y^t are yet to pass before we meet; I have nothing to
propose to find the Least relief from but your Dear Letter
therefore Depend on your charity not to Deny me that.

[change of orientation]

I have been in great Fear & care since I wrote Last for my Poor Spencer who has
had the Measels in the most violent manner, but he is now recovering & all

[f.112v]

y^e Bad symptoms are gone off. Your martin is very well, & molly
perfectly so, her Eyes better then ever & her Temper mendes, & this
much for Home news. My B^r Cowper goes to Town next
Monday to serve his Country at Hickes Hall as Usual, he
stays a week, so I shall keep my sister company till his
Return, & then intend to go back to my Cottage, where the
Expectation of the Dear addition of your self to it will be the
Business & pleasure of my Days & nights
Will you be always, & forever mine?
Shall neither time, nor age our souls Disjoyn’d?
From that Dear Bosom shall I ne’er be thrown
Nor you grow Cold, Respectfull, & Foresworn?
May I each Greif, each kind of Torment feel
every Rack of Changfull Fortunes wheel
E’er sad Reverse! See Love become Respect
and ardent Fondness Sicken to neglect.

I am my Eternally Belov’d creature! yours Entirely &
forever
J M

Aug y^e 20^th 1730
You will make my Proper Compliments

you cannot Imagine my Dearest Soul! w^t
I suffered from your silence, yet How many Excuses had I
Framed for you in my own mind; even better then that you
you made for it? not but I do suppose you very much
Taken up, surrounded by y^r Friends, who if I may Judge
by my self would not Easily part with you though but for a
moment – I allow all this – yet still, where the Heart is
concerned How many Opportunities will it find? how many
contrive for its self? I am Happy in the assurance
you give me of your remembering, & missing me at Brettby
I am Vain Enough Even to Believe y^t Possible, But after y^e
miracle you have shown me of so many years Love, &
unaltered Tenderness, ‘tis not extraordinary I should believe
anything you Tell me, Especially in a case where my
Happiness Entirely Depends on my Faith. My Dearest
creature! ‘tis now a fortnight since you left me how
Tedious, yet how inconsiderable is y^t space of time, to the
weeks y^t are yet to pass before we meet; I have nothing to
propose to find the Least relief from but your Dear Letter
therefore Depend on your charity not to Deny me that.

[change of orientation]

I have been in great Fear & care since I wrote Last for my Poor Spencer who has
had the Measles in the most violent manner, but he is now recovering & all

[f.112v]

y^e Bad symptoms are gone off. Your martin is very well, & molly
perfectly so, her Eyes better then ever & her Temper mends, & this
much for Home news. My B^r Cowper goes to Town next
Monday to serve his Country at Hickes Hall as Usual, he
stays a week, so I shall keep my sister company till his
Return, & then intend to go back to my Cottage, where the
Expectation of the Dear addition of your self to it will be the
Business & pleasure of my Days & nights
Will you be always, & forever mine?
Shall neither time, nor age our souls Disjoined?
From that Dear Bosom shall I ne’er be thrown
Nor you grow Cold, Respectful, & Foresworn?
May I each Greif, each kind of Torment feel
every Rack of Changeful Fortunes wheel
E’er sad Reverse! See Love become Respect
and ardent Fondness Sicken to neglect.

I am my Eternally Beloved creature! yours Entirely &
forever
J M

Aug y^e 20^th 1730
You will make my Proper Compliments