look forward to the length of time before it is poƒsi-
-ble for me to get a letter, it does by no means tend
to raise my spirits. How miserable should I be as
an idle man, I certainly should not live a twelve
-month. Thou must feast me with love when I return,
to recompense me for all my anxieties; and Oh, write
to me constantly, write me pages and volumes. Tell
me the dreƒs thou wearest, and at what time in the
morning thou puttest on thy stockings; tell me thy
dreams, — any thing: so do but talk to me, and of
thyself. When thou art sitting at thy kneedle and
alone, then think on me, my love; and write me the
uppermost of thy thoughts. Fill me half a dozen sheets
and send them when thou canst. Think only, my dear
girl, upon the gratification which the perusal, and
reperusal fifty times repeated, will afford me, and thou
wilt write me something or other every day. Do I ask
too much, when I beg thee to write me something every
day? If so, at least write to me, my beloved, one page
every week. Love like mine, and it is my greatest hap-
-pineƒs to think that thine nearly equals it, would never
be at a loƒs either for inclination, subject, or expreƒsion.