Love Story Letters
An Old Love Letter
Sunday night, Nov. 1 
My dear Mollie
I rcd a letter today from a very handsome lady to play cupid.
Although not accompanied by her likeness yet her image was so
indelibly impressed upon my mind that the likeness itself could
not recall the features more vividly than they are impressed.
I first met her in a village in Western Va when I was about 17
years old and she 8. I afterwards saw her frequently and occasionally
was in her company, and nonwithstanding the disparity of our ages,
I became so favorably impressed with her fair face and gentle
manners that I frequently said to myself that I wished she was
older or I younger.
In 3 to 4 years she had grown so much that the disparity in age
seemed to grow less. Never did a lady witness the budding of a
flower with more requisite pleasure than did I the budding of
that pretty little girl into womanhood. She made much of my thoughts
while in Mexico and more upon my return home. While at the University
of Va., I not infrequently found my thoughts wandering from the
dry textbook to contemplate by the aid of memory the features
and form of this little girl.
After I completed my studies, I traveled in the west and expected
to find a home in some western state, but not finding a place
to suit me, together with the persuasions of that fair face, induced
me to return.
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I entered, as you know, actively into the pursuit of my profession
with the determination to make at least a fair reputation and
tried to withdraw my thought from everything else, but I found
this little fairy constantly and pleasantly intruding into all
my plans, whether of pleasure or interest. At this period she
met me politely and respectfully but seemed to grow more distant,
coy & reserved, so that I frequently thought that even the
ordinary attentions of common politeness & courtesy were no
special source of pleasure to her.
In a few instances when she has arrived at about the age of 15
this shyness and reserve seemed to be forgotten, and I would pass
an hour or two in the enjoyment of her company with great pleasure
to myself and I imagined with at least satisfaction, if not enjoyment,
to her. I began to think that my happiness was identified with
hers. I began to pay her special visits or at least seek opportunities
by which I might be in her company. I sought her society on pleasure
rides and thought it not a hardship to ride 65 miles in 24 hours
if part of the time might be spent with her. She always exhibited
or observed the decorum of modest reserve which might be construed
into neither encouragement nor discouragement.
After the delibertation & reflection which I thought due
to a matter which involved my happiness for life, I felt that
her destiny and mine were probably intended to be united, and
that all the adverse counsel which I could give myself could bring
no objections. I felt that I ought both as a matter of duty and
happiness give my whole life to her, who for 9 years had my attention
and devotion, though concealed love.
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After a few little billets and interviews, and with a full declaration
of the love I desired to bestow, I received a measured and loving
response and was made most happy in the anticipation of the celebration
of the nuptials fixed at some 6 months hence. This time glided
nicely & happily, though not too rapidly, away from me. The
hours of leisure were spent with her and my visits were always
welcomed with that cordial welcome, that maiden modesty, so much
to be admired. Tis true that on one occasion she did rest her
elbow upon my knee and look with confidential pleasure in my face
and made me realize that indeed I had her whole heart.
Suffice it to say, the happy day of our marriage arrived and
since then, hours, days, and years of time, confidence & happiness
passed rapidly away, and only to make us feel that happy as were
the hours of youthful days, they compare not with those of later
years and perhaps even these may not be equal to that which is
in reserve for us.
I dont know how much pleasure it affords you to go over these
days of the past, but to me they will ever be remembered as days
of felicity. And how happy the thought that years increase the
affection & esteem we have for each other to love & be
loved. May it ever be so, and may I ever be a husband worthy of
your warmest affections. May I make you happy and in so doing
be made happy in return. A sweet kiss and embrace to your greeting.
But maybe you will say it looks ridiculous to see a man getting
grayhaired to be writing love letters, so I will use the remnant
of my paper otherwise...
Yours affectionately H Black
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