Western union. (City of Hannibal, Mo.) 1850-1851, 1851-01-23
CITY OF HANNIBAL, MO-. JANUARY %, 1851.
Love Letters.

The Home Journal is publishing returned
love letters. Here is an extract from one.
There are lesser reasons, however, and
now for the strongest and bcst-what you
'youresey are, at ten in the morning-ior,
knowing your habits as do, must needs
picture you, in my imagination, as ! know
you To be, amid the associations and EN-.
'p!oyments Of this hulf wien can most
ciealiy as well as most pleasurab!y zee you.
Tne hour is here. Shall describe to you
the picture in my minds eye, which | see
Il, This moment which find it SO sweet to
look un--and which | could not see, at
hour, ,ater and more ronanuc
! You are alone, and amid your books.
ine io,ds ui on. OF those white morniDg
uGt 'cs, wnlch yol always wear at this
huur, aui IN winch YOU are loveliest, are
i"Ihns around your slIppered iect, the Wa.
wing lines from the neck downwards girdled
loosely at the waist. Tho moisture oi the
hatn still darkens the shade upon the edge
ot the blood locks divided upon your fore.
head, and the humid soltnes, OF the loving
water still neightens the lustfe OF the bright
lips in repose, and Of the transparent roses
in the chcek. Thcre is in the drooping lids,
at the same time, that, in the eyes them
selves, there is the clear calm Of thoughts
all peaceful y at home. The laultless head
is dropped forward as you read, and the
lines OF those features, OF Natures divines,
chiselling, are in the iorge:iul and yet intel.
lectual reposc in which the celestial type
that they embody is seen most truly. You
have slept, and angels have been with you,
since the world (ho proianing world y
looked on you. Till noon, know, you aie
accessible by viewle.s viSi,anis alone, giving
the mornng nourS, to seliculturc an! to
utllences in which fashion and life out of
doors have 10 share. On those taper and
dimpled hllt; there are no rings, aud, lrom
The veineI wrists 10 the rosy nails, every
nerve is slumberou,ly inactive, while the
posture oi every finger is model for sculp-
ture. There is no sound in the room, aud
no movement bu. the changing light, and
the white drapery upon your bosom rises
and falls to the even measure of your
breath. Beautiful oh how beautiful as
you St there enconsciously and all alone
in your lovGiness--in Ioveiincss, il seems to
me, that mu,l be delicious company to itself
Oh Heaven, how clearly see you how
the sight ot you possess me, mind AMI
heart, at this moment, anl how passion.
ately and impressiby worship what sec.
All! if intensity Of gazing and longing
would "phoiograpI'," picture upon the
eye. you might see yourself in mine, when
nextwe meet--panted (evcn at ten in the
morning } as no glowing pencil of genius
could do, with hall 50 radient a truthful.
ness
But it is getting toward the wrkedcr
hours. ! have passed, pen in hand, over
my picture, ill have outwritten the cling
OF that white morning gown to your waist
and, by this time, you are bonne:ed for a
drive. By me, exclusively, seen 10 lon.
ger. | share you with the world. Your
glorious beauty may sun any eye that meets
you, and must haste 1" think less of you,
that this prodgal avishing of my treasure
ma. he borne more paticatIy. VIVA, have
they lone to deserve to see you--those
blockheadS who will look round as you pass
an call you beautiful
To" veyed, with this last thought, to tell
you how much love you, Adieu r.F.