BIB_ID
363825
Accession number
MA 49.95
Creator
Dunlop, Frances Anna Wallace, 1730-1815.
Display Date
1792 June 16.
Credit line
Purchased by Pierpont Morgan before 1913.
Description
1 item (4 p., with address) ; 25.1 cm
Notes
Addressed to "Mr. Robt. Burns."
Docketed.
Dunlop likely reacquired these letters after Burns's death and left them to her descendants with the Lochryan manuscripts (42 of Burns's letters to Mrs. Dunlop and some autograph poems, now MA 46 in the Morgan's collection).
Part of a large collection of letters from Frances Dunlop to Robert Burns. Letters in the collection are described in individual records; see MA 49 for more information.
With trace of a seal.
Docketed.
Dunlop likely reacquired these letters after Burns's death and left them to her descendants with the Lochryan manuscripts (42 of Burns's letters to Mrs. Dunlop and some autograph poems, now MA 46 in the Morgan's collection).
Part of a large collection of letters from Frances Dunlop to Robert Burns. Letters in the collection are described in individual records; see MA 49 for more information.
With trace of a seal.
Provenance
General Sir John Wallace; by descent to Sir William Thomas Francis Agnew Wallace; bequeathed to his brother, Colonel F.J. Wallace; acquired by Robert Borthwick Adam before 1898; purchased by Pierpont Morgan before 1913, possibly from the London dealer Pearson.
Summary
Chastizing him for not writing to her; writing, "other people may laugh at my folly for the silly credulity of believing for one second that you could find any thing acceptable in my letters. Yet when I read over yours, I cannot consider myself as wholly inexcusable for entertaining as long as possible an error so exalting, soothing and comfortable to myself, and from which I had a pride in thinking you, as well as I, drew some additional happiness, which you would not like to part with, although I never had the arrogance to believe you could set the hundred part of the consequence upon it which I have done, and still do, spite of the mortification I feel from your depriving me of its continuance"; explaining that she has "allowed time to wear over day by day, always thinking tomorrow [she] should see or hear of [him]. Neither has happened, and [her] patience, which was never great, is quite wore out"; mentioning a "long kind letter from the Dr." [John Moore]; ending by informing him that she "do[es] not even wish a letter if [he] had rather let it alone, since it's far better to be unhappy one's-self than a trouble to others to whome we can make no return, and to whom our best wishes communicate no pleasure."
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