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IT would be impossible, my Angel! for me to express the thousandth Part of that Infinity of Transport, the Sight of your dear Letter gave me.—Never was Woman form’d to charm like you: Never did any look like you,—write like you,—bless like you;—nor did ever Man adore as I do.—Since Yesterday we parted, I have seem’d a Body without a Soul; and had you not by this inspiring Billet,gave me new Life, I know not what by To-morrow I should have been.—I will be with you this Evening about Five:—O, ’tis an Age till then!—But the cursed Formalities of Duty oblige me to Dine with my Lord—who never rises from Table till that Hour;—therefore Adieu till then sweet lovely Mistress of the Soul and all the Faculties of

Your most faithful,

Beauplaisir.

THE other was in this Manner: