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 Heart which trembles while it signs itself your most ardent Admirer and devoted humble ser:t

T. Musgrove.

There is a pattern for a Love-letter Matilda! Did you ever read such a master-peice of Writing? Such sense, such sentiment, such purity of Thought, such flow of Language and such unfeigned Love in one sheet? No, never I can answer for it, since a Musgrove is not to be met with by every Girl. Oh! how I long to be with him! I intend to send him the following in answer to his Letter tomorrow.

My dearest Musgrove——. Words cannot express how happy your Letter made me; I thought I should have cried for joy, for I love you better than anybody in the World. I think you the most amiable, and the handsomest Man in England, and so to be sure you are. I never read so sweet a Letter in my Life. Do write me another just like it, and tell me you are in love with me in every other line. I quite die to see you. How shall we manage to see one another? for we are so much in love that we cannot live asunder. Oh! my dear Musgrove you cannot think how impatiently 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 love with you every day of my Life.

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