Y Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Riddle
Secret Correspondence
I cannot be satisfied, my Dearest Friend!
blest as i am in the matrimonial state.
unless i pour into your friendly bosom,
which has ever been in unison with mine,
the various deep sensations which swell
with the liveliest emotions of pleasure
my almost bursting heart. i tell you my dear
husband is one of the most amiable of men,
i have been married seven weeks, and
have never found the least reason to
Repent the day that joined us, my husband is
in person and manners far from resembling
ugly, crass, old, disagreeable, and jealous
monster, who think by confining to secure;
a wife, it is his maxim to treat as a
bosom friend and confidant, and not as a
plaything or menial slave, the woman
chosen to be his companion. Neither party
he says ought to be obey implicitly; --
but each yield to the other by turns --
An ancient maiden aunt, near seventy,
a cheerful, venerable, and pleasant lady,
live in the house with us- she is the de-
light of both young and old -she is ci
vil to all the neighbourhood round,
generous and charitable to the poor --
i know my husband loves nothing more
than he does me; flatters me more
than the glass, and his intoxication
(for so i must call the excess of his love)
often makes me blush for the unworthiness
of its object, and i wish i could be more deserving
of the man whose name i bear. To
say all in one word, my dear, and to
Crown the whole, my former gallant lover
is now my indulgent husband, my fondness
is returned, and i might have had
a prince, without the felicity i find with
him. Adieu! May you be as blest as i am un-
able to wish that i could be more
happy.
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