"She said she thought it was hard to part with all and having
nothing to bestow on her Kindred. I had ask'd her to give me
proposals in Writing and she upbraided me That I who had never
written her a Letter should ask her to write. She asked me if I
would drink, I told her yes. She gave me Cider Aples and a Glass of
Wine, gathered together the little things I had given her and
offered them to me, but I would none of them. Told her I wish'd her
well and should be glad of her welfare. She seem'd to say she
should not again take in hand a thing of this nature. Thank'd me
for what I had given her and Desir'd my Prayers. My bowels yern
towards Mrs. Denison but I think God directs me in his Providence
to desist."

This love affair was not, however, quite ended, for the following Lord's
Day "after dark" Widow Denison came "very privat" to his house. This
Sunday visit betokened great anxiety on her part. She had walked in from
Roxbury in the cold, and when we remember how wolves and bears abounded
in the vicinity we comprehend still further her solicitude.

"She ask'd pardon if she had affronted me.... Mr. Denison spake to
her after signing his will that he would not make her put all out
of her Hand and power but reserve something to bestow on her
friends that might want.... I could not observe that she made me
any offer all the while. She mentioned two Glass Bottles she had.
I told her they were hers and the other small things I had given
her only now they had not the same signification as before, I was
much concerned for her being in the cold, would fetch her a plate
of something warm; she refused. However I fetched a Tankard of
Cider and drank to her. She desired that nobody might know of her
being here. I told her they should not. She went away in the bitter
Cold, no moon being up, to my great pain. I Saluted her at
Parting."

With that parting kiss on that dark cold night, in "great pain," ended
the Judge's second wooing.

That he was sincerely in love with Widow Denison one cannot doubt,
though he loved his money more. Disappointed, he did not again turn to
courting until the following August--much longer than he had waited
after the death of his wife. He then proceeded in a matter-of-fact way
to visit Widow Tilley, whom he had early noted in meeting. He asked her,
at his third visit, to "come