Love Letters

Dear Rose:

Whatever may be your future lot in life, and whatever change may take place in your circumstances, of this be assured, if put to the test, in me you will find a steadfast friend and one ever ready to protect your interests.

I make this avowal from a deep feeling of respect which long experience of your worth has implanted within me, but in doing so (and believe me it is a declaration that causes me inexpressible pain to utter), I have also to make another avowal for which I apprehend you are little prepared, and which I fear may give some shock to your feelings.

My dear Rose, with pain I utter it,– I must resign all hopes of our future union. Ask me not wherefore; my answer would inflict an additional pang in the breasts of both. This is no hasty resolve; I have deliberately weighed it, and know it to be essential to our mutual happiness and welfare.

Whatever letters I may have of yours I will dispose of as you think fit; and if you prefer it will in- close them to you under seal; entreating however that you will grant me the indulgence of being allowed to keep only one, as a memorial of the past; and with this request I bid you a painful but affectionate adieu, and entreat you will believe me,

Ever yours sincerely,

Everett Randall.

Dear Ruth :

How often have I passed my late conduct in review before me, endeavoring to discover by what word or act I could have given you offense. Vain, however, has been the attempt, for the offense which I have given must have been totally inadvertent, and could never have sprung from any intention to have given you even a moment’s uneasiness.

But that by some means I have had the misfortune to incur your displeasure has been but too evidently indicated by the change of your behavior towards me, a change from the kindness of an I attached friend to the cool indifference of a distant acquaintance. Of late, when in your presence I have been many times upon the point of asking upon what occasion and by what means I have displeased you.

But as constantly have I needed the courage to do so, and my voice has failed me whenever I have endeavored to make the attempt. In the hope of being eased front a painful state of anxiety, I write this letter and trust that you will give me some explanation on the subject referred to, either by an answer in your handwriting or through your own lips at our next meeting.

But whatever that reply may be of this be assured, that my esteem for you can never know a change, and that you will ever live as a cherished object in the breast of him who now subscribes himself.

Yours most affectionately and sincerely,
Walter Gladstone.
To Miss Ruth Harcona.

My Dear Eleanor:

The happy day to which I have looked forward as the blissful reward of our mutual constancy is not far distant, if the proposal I am now about to make should meet the approbation of yourself and parents. It is this: that our nuptial ceremony may be performed on the thirtieth of the present month, and in the parish church of Frankfort.

I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you soon; we can then give the subject a lengthened discussion; if, however, you should wish to write before we meet you can mention briefly whether the day I have fixed will suit the convenience of yourself and family; and in the hope that I may claim shortly the privilege of signing myself your affectionate husband.

Believe me for the present,
Your sincerest friend, and most attached,
Nelson.

Mr Dear Emmy:

For I can only think of you, woman as you now are, as the ” little Emmy ” of the many happy days of childhood we have spent together. Can you make up your mind to listen to a very awful confession? In plain words, I love you as heartily now as ever, and if I may judge from our last night’s meeting, after so long a separation you have not quite lost the remembrance of your old playfellow.

But, joking apart, Time has done much for both of us; for you, in making you all that can be desired by man, as the object of his love and trust; for me, in enabling me to provide a home for her who has ever been dearest to me, and whose image has never faded from my memory amidst the varied exertions of a preliminary professional career.

And now, my dear Emmy, think well whether you can transfer that affection as a woman which, in your girl- hood, was my chiefest delight. We shall meet on Sun- day at Mrs. Winter’s, and then, perhaps, my heart may be gladdened by a belief that ” there is something in first loves.”

Eagerly awaiting our meeting.

Believe me.

Your affectionate old playmate and new lover,
Sam Kingsley.

To a Young Lady from a Young Tradesman.

Dear Miss Meyer:

Since I met with you at Revere Beach, my mind has been constantly filled with the remembrance of the pleasant moments passed in your society. My business has been improving of late, and, in point of prosperity, I have much cause to be thankful. But I feel
that there are higher duties in life than can be fulfilled by a man in his single state, and I am anxious to find a companion for my future life. Such a companion, my dear Miss Meyer, I venture to believe I have found in you, and my earnest hope is that you may be willing to appreciate the affectionate regard of one who, however humble in his present position, has every desire to elevate that position for your sake.

Without attempting to use fine language or make a parade of sentiment, I hope you will accept these lines as conveying the plain and honest sentiments of one who, in anxious expectation of your reply, remains,
Dear Miss Meyer,

Your most devoted servant,

Otto Falk.
To Miss Wilhelmena Meyer.

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My Dear Molly:

It is with pain I write to you in aught that can seem like a strain of reproach, but I confess that your conduct last night both surprised and vexed me. Your marked approbation of the attentions paid to you by Mr. Nichols was as obvious as your neglect of myself. Believe me, I am in no way given to idle jealousy; still less am I selfish or unmanly enough to wish to deprive any girl on whom I have so firmly fixed my affections of any pleasure to be obtained in good society. But my peace of mind would be lost forever did I believe that I have lost one atom of your affection.

Pray write and assure me that you still preserve your undivided affection for.

Your devoted but grieved
Robert.

My Dear Madam:

I venture to address you on a subject of serious importance to my future happiness — at least, if I have not totally mistaken the impression created on my meeting with you last night. Your lively good sense persuades me that the language of flattery would be far from pleasing, and I will not, therefore, wound your feelings by addressing to you compliments as unnecessary as they are inexpressive.

But I must entreat your pardon at the somewhat bold address I am about to make, and trust that its apparent presumption may be mitigated by the consideration that my own feelings are so deeply enlisted in its success or failure. You might, perhaps, have observed that my attentions were directed to you in a manner sufficiently marked to prove that some more than ordinary feeling directed them, and,– if I do not wholly mistake,– those attentions did not appear to be disagreeable to your self. Impelled by this flattering and pleasing belief, I make bold to crave the honor of being permitted a further acquaintance with one for whom I have formed so great an esteem.

I trust that the nature of our introduction will be sufficient warrant for my character and position, and that I may experience a renewal ere long of the delightful hours spent in your company. I shall, of course, make direct application to your father, should I receive your kind permission so to do; but I could not think of doing so unless I felt persuaded that such a step would be agreeable to your own wishes. I need scarcely add anything more than entreat for the favor of an early reply, anxiously awaiting which, I have the honor to be,

Your most faithful and devoted servant,

Paul Harkins.

Dearest Julia:

How sad it is that I am hindered from being with you on this dearest of all days of the year — the day that gave my Julia to the light, and that laid the foundation of the greatest happiness of my life!

Words cannot express the deep gratitude that I feel to that Power which, in granting you life, has at the same time, year after year, ripened those graces of the soul as well as developed the outward perfections of the body. As I see you, the companion of my childish pains and pleasures, expanding into the woman who is to share both with me throughout my future lot, I feel almost surprised as to how I have deserved such happiness, and gratitude beyond expression to the kind parents who have encouraged and approved our affection.

Accept, dearest, the enclosed portrait. I feel that its original is too deeply stamped on your heart to require any effigy to remind you of him. It is, however, the most appropriate present I could offer to the cause of my happiness on this brightest of all days.

God grant that every succeeding year may see you increase in all that is charming in body and mind, and believe me,

Dearest Julia,

Your soon-to-be husband,

Jack.

Dear Lodema:

Although temporarily estranged from the delights of your society, I cannot refrain from hoping that you will enable mo to realize some slender happiness from a more frequent correspondence on your part. Several days have passed without my receiving a letter from you, and I am in painful anxiety lest illness should be the cause. Pray write quickly, or I shall really feel inclined to quarrel with you as an idle girl nay, I shall absolutely grow jealous, and fancy that some more favored suitor is undermining the affections of my dear girl.

But I have no fears. I too well know that your innate goodness of heart would prevent your trifling with the feelings of any one; so, hoping you will take this little scolding in good part, and relieve the offense by a very long letter as speedily as your fingers can write it,

Believe me, dearest,

Your affectionate
C. B.

My Dearest Fanny:

If there is one thing which can console me for my unavoidable absence from your side it is the pleasure of being able to pen a few lines to express, however feebly, my continued and increasing affection for you. It is indeed a painful and irksome change from our rambles about the fields, our evening duets, and our stolen conversations, to a dull routine of mercantile accounts and the never-ending confusion of business. Happily, however, my affairs are in a rapid state of settlement, and I shall soon hope once more to bask in the sunshine of my Fanny’s sweet countenance, and to feed my imagination with thoughts of the happiness which her placid and sincere disposition will hereafter shed around a home! I need hardly say how eagerly I watch for the post, and how I cherish every line that bears the evidence of my dear girl’s affection, and how gratefully every sentiment that flows from her pen is treasured in my memory.

God bless you, dearest Fanny, and believe me, with most respectful and affectionate remembrances to your parents, and all friends,

Your ever affectionate and devoted
George