Trouble.
Dearest My Lord.
please to read this missive not with haste
but in serious thought.
Come Sire, and view such unholy state
to which thou hast brought me
at being with child and of hearing lately
of thy touring intent mine heart
starteth in great alarm, as I indisposed
must know for sure that thou be
not going away.
Fie upon that scheme mine Liege for
thou hast in me fathered a babe.
Thou shouldest stay and embrace mine
own confinement to disgrace,
whereby the infant will bear no name
and wouldst thou abandon me to this fate
prithee have pity on offspring shame.
Pray marry me do, thou canst not afford
to blacken my future by
seeing the truth and fleeing abroad
and thus relinquish parenthood destiny.
I belong only to thee so do not ill-use me.
Thou sought thy way now takest thou mine
for without thy support I must surely decline.
Thus ought thou to realize I live in fright
and dread unless on thee I rely.
This heart beateth only for thine say I.
Thou hast undone me so prithee consider
the direst results, face thy conscience
and beside me do stay.
I remain heavy with agitation lest thy reply
dashes trust so quill thee therefore
to think my Lord on resolving such trouble
as of utmost importance.
Sent in the month of September 1709.
From Mary Elizabeth, distraughtedly thine.
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I am mightily impreffed and verily fo my fine lady and poetess...
and what a sorry tale is told hereupon this page.... tis true... and sadly...... Yours respectfully ... N
Ha - - what archaic wording mine Leige in the making. Thanking thee greatly for thy valued compassion on a poor female left thus to shame. I trust my fine Sire that thou wouldst do no such escaping from a Lady in trouble by thy hasty taking. Endearingly thine.................... Poetess Fay
I'm old-fashioned enough to know the days when there was no 's' on the keyboard - impreffed, etc.
Well, there was. Why they used 's' sometimes and 'f' other times? Or you not got ya teeth in properly? I shall now fing a fong!
for sucks fake ..........
Absolutely outrageous in those days, methinks! A fine write Fay.
Oh I get letters like these every other week!
Away wench of loose ways and tarry not upon such imaginings. Look ye to those, your favoured, drunkard lifters of the tankard and your skirts in the foul ale house of your father.
Just thought a horrible response here would be such a contrast.
I know your piece is in an authentic classical style and brings to my mind how indirect such personal communication was 'in them days'.
Cor - to call a spade a spade or what. Oi cock - you've got me up the duff! Meet me at the vestry at 6 o'clock.
Ha ha - - you crease me up my witty friend - - - I agree in those polite days they went all round the Wrekin to say what your last sentence says in a trice. Thanks a load for the smile D.A.
Angela here (6:30 am Wednesday !) Loved the POEM another CAD of High Estate not willing to face the consequences of His thoughtlessly sown seed *Such men are nunerous*. It happens of course and several times within both our extended Families. Brian U& I have had lovers in the past but have always loved *circumspectly* without conception. Because of the positions we hold in the Community (and Church !) Brian and I make doubly sure that we avoid pregnancy - but we would (in due course) love to have a BABY - watch this space. In the 18th & early 19th C I am told that concepion *out of wedlock* was a disgrace resulting in dangerous *back street abortions* and *shotgun - often unhappy - marriages* You empathetic poem plucked many strings ! Thanks for sharing !
Blessings & Peace & Love
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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