how happy your Letter made me; I thoughtI should have cried for Joy, for I love you betterthan any body in the World. I think you themost amiable, & the handsomest Man in England, & so to be sure you are. I never readso sweet a Letter in my Life. Do write me another just like it, & tell me you are in love with me in every other line. I quite die to see you. How shall we manage tosee one another – ? for we are so much in love that we cannot live asunder. Oh! my dear Musgrove you cannot think how impatient::ly I wait for the death of my Uncle and Aunt — If they will not die soon, I beleive I shall run mad, for I get more in lovewith you every day of my Life. How fond we shall be of one another when we are married! oh!¹ do not you long for the time? How happy your Sister is to enjoy thepleasure of your Company in her house, and