Middletown transcript., 1868-07-11
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A Love Letter.

a A1~vO AfIheGEs
For the benefit of young men who are
IN love, and whose cases are undecided in
the chancery of Cupid, we recommend the
following letter. II breathes Of devotion
that is too hard to be resisted. There is
note Of irrepressible joy in it like the
strains Of the Peri when the crystal bars
of Eden moved to admit her into Paradise.
At the same time there is in it wall of
melancholy like the howl of lonesome
hound mourning for his lost bone. We
hope the heart of the maiden to whom it
was addressed may dissolve like butter in
hot skillet, before the warm fire of his
affections:
"MY DEAN JERUsnA Every time
think Of you my heart fops up and down
like churn-dasher. Sensations of unut-
terable joy caper over it like young goats
over stable roof, and thrill through it
like Spanish needles through a pair of
tow-linen trowsers. As gosling swim
meth with delight in a mud puddle, SO
swim / in sea of glory. Visions of ex-
tatic rapture, thicker than the hair of
backing brush and brighter than the hues
on humming-bird's pinions, visit me in
my slumbers; and borne on their invis-
ible wings, your image stands before me,
and reach out to grasp it, like pointer
swapping at blue-bottle fly. When I
first beheld your angelic perfections was
bewildered, and my brain whirled around
like bumlebee in glass tumbler. Ny
eyes stood open like cellar doors in coun-
try towns, and lifted up my ears to catch
the silvery accents of your voice. Ny
tongue refused to wag, and in silent ad-
miration drank in the sweet infection of
love, as thirsty man swalloweth tum-
bier of hot whiskey punch. Since the
light Of your face fell upon my life,
sometimes feel as if 1 could Lift myself by
my boot straps to the top of a church stee-
pie. Day and night you are my thought.
When Aurora, blushing like bride, rises
from her saffron couch; when the jay bird
pipes his tuneful lay in the apple tree by
the spring house; when chanticleer's s
shrill clarion heralds the coming morn !:
when the drowsy beetle wheels his dron-
ing fight at sultry noon-tide, and when
the lowing cows come home at milking
time, l think Of thee; and like piece Of
gum-elastic my heart seems to stretch
clean across my bosom. Your hair is
like the name of sorrel horse powdered
with gold, and the brass pin skewered
through your waterfall filled me with un-
bounded awe. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow of an old coat, and whittier
than seventeen hundred linen Your ewes
are glorious to behold. In their LIQUID
depths 1 see lcgions of little Cupids bat
ting and fighting like cohorts of ants in
an old army cracker. When their fire
hit me full on my manly breast, it per-
meated my entire anatomy, like as load
of bird shot would go through rotten
apple. Your nose is from a chunk of Pa.
rian marble, and your mouth puckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers on you,
lips like honey on bears paws and myri
ads of unfedged kisses are there ready to
fly out and light somewhere like young
blue birds out of the parent nest. You
laugh rings on my ears like the wind.
harp's strain, or the bleat of stray lamt
on the bleak hillside. The dimples in
your. cheeks are lik bowers in beds Of roses
or like hollows in cakes of homemade su.
gar.
am dying to fly to your presence ant
pore out the burning eloquence of my love
as thrifty housewives pour out the hot cof
fee. Away from you l am melancholy Al
a sick rat Sometimes I can hear tn,
June-bugs of dependency buzzing in m,
ears, and feel the cold Lizards of despaii
crawling down my back. Uncouth fears
like thousand minnows, nibble at m,
spirits, and my soul is pierced through
with doubts as ON old cheese is bored B,
shippers.
My love for you is rtronger than th,
smell of old butter Switzer cheese, or th,
kick of mule. As the song-bird hun
gers for the light. of day, the caution,
mouse for fresh bacon in the tray, as +,
lean pup bankers after new milk, SO lons
for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet
sweeter than Yankee donghnut fried il
sorgum molasses brighter than the top
knot plumage on the head of muscove,
duck. You are candy kisses, pound cake
and sweetened toddy altogether.
If these few remarks will enable you t,
see the inside of my soul, and me win you
affections, shall be as happy as wood
pecker in cherry tree, or stage hors
In green pasture. If you cannot recip
rocate my thrilling passion, 1 will pin
away like poisoned bedbug and in com
ing years, when the shadows grow lon.
from the hills, and the philosophic fross
sings his evening hymn, you, happy in an
others love, can come and drop tear
and toss clod upon the last resting plac
of
JuLIps EpAmNoNDAs Muea1ss.