Crawford County PA Archives History - Letters .....Letter Written By Aaron Wright To Jane Kennedy: June 2, 1775 (later Married)
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                               Sunbury, Pa. June 2, 1775
  
  My darling I long time have been in dreadful fear and doubt.
  Of losing you, My Lovely Queen, and so it is,
  The thought of you, my only dear, has caused me much pain.
  And by this dreadful slavish fear, all joy from me is tain.
  And since my peace thee has destroyed, by forfeiting thy word,
  My time shall henceforth be employed in handling the sword,
  For since by Thee I am denied, of what my right to have,
  My peace of mind is all destroyed, no other can me save;
  
  But since my heart like adamant, that cannot soften be,
  Is joined unto a fickle mind, that like an aspen tree,
  Tis most mens fault, and my sad fate, to love a fickle maid, 
  Alas I see now when too late, by thee I am betrayed,
  But since my faults, by you, my love, must never be forgot,
  I for thy liberty, my love, will chance the English shots.
  For while I live, my lovely maid, denied of thy charms;
  Ten thousand deaths if on me laid, would not bring such alarms.
  As I have felt, since I have found thee from thy promise fled,
  Which when I heard the lovely sound, all sorrow from my fly,
  I though myself a happy man, above all other blest,
  Thought I ëshe never never can, by others be caressedí;
  But as I was by you blind led, and now forsaken am,
  Perhaps ere long be dead and you my darling lamb,
  May joyfully live at your ease, when I forgotten am.
  Which Heaven grant, if that you please, to choose another man;
  And my dear, my heart is full, just ready for to burst,
  And now my feet to Boston pull, where die perhaps I must.
  Now Janey dear, what eer you do, I pray deceive no more.
  And heaven grant that unto you this sin may be no more.
  For fare you well my dearest dear, if I should never return,
  Remember this, when you hear of me, my heart does burn.
  
  I  remain thy unchangeful lover till death or thy marriage does part us.
  This is the fourth time I have written and now I expect no answer.î    
  
  
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