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[On the 11th of September, 1774, he again writes Ogden]
I wrote you last Thursday, and enclosed one of the songs you desired, which was all I could then obtain. Miss -----, the fountain of melody, furnished me with it. I knew that she, and no one else, had the notes of the enclosed song. I told her I should be glad to copy them for a most accomplished young gentleman in the Jerseys. She engaged to bring them the first time she came in town, for she lives about two miles from here. I this day received it, precisely as you have it. You may depend upon its being the work of her own hands. If this don't deserve an acrostic, I don't know--sense, beauty, modesty, and music. Matter plenty.
Pray tell me whether your prayers are heard, and a good old saint, though a little in your way, is yet in Heaven. But remember, MATT., you can never be without plague, and when one gets out of the way, a worse, very often, supplies its place; so, I tell you again, be content, and hope for better times.
I am determined never to have any dealings with your friend Cupid until I know certainly how matters will turn out with you: for should some lucky devil step in between my friend and----, which kind Heaven grant may never be; in such a case, I say, I would choose to be untied, and then, you know, the wide world is before us.
- Aaron Burr
- Project Gutenberg's Memoirs of Aaron Burr, Volume 1., by Matthew L. Davis, 1836