Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1868-12-04
A Stunning" Love Letter.

My DEAR Miss Every time l
think of you my heart fiops up and down
like cburn dasher. Sensations of I'M
utterable JOY caper over it like young
goats over a stable roof and thrill
it like Spanish needles through
a pair of tow linen trowsers. As Cos
ling swimming with delight in mud
puddle, so swim | in q sea of glory.
Visions of ecstatic rapture, thicker than
the hairs 10 blacking brush, and bright
er than the hues of humming BIRDS
pinions, visit me in my slumbers; and
borne on their invisible wings, your i'm
age stands before me, and | reach out to
grasp it, like pointer swapping at
blue bottle fly. When | first beheid
your angel projections, | was bewlldered
and my brain whirled round like bum
bic bee under a glass lumber. My eyes
stood open like cellar doors in coun-
try town, and l lifted up my ears to
catch the silvery accents of your voice.
My tongue refused to wag, and in silent
alteration drank the sweet infection Of
love as thirsty man swalloweth a tum-
bier of whskey punch.
Since the light of your face fell upon
my life, | sometimes feel as if | could
lift myself up by my boot straps to the
top of the Presbyterian steeple, and pull
the bell rope for singing school. Day
and night you are in my thoughts.
When Aurora, blushing like bride risen
from her saffron couch ); when the jay bird
pipes his tuneful lay in the apple tree by
the spring house; when the chandeliers
shrill clarion heralds the coming morn;
when the awakened pig ariseth from his
bed and grunteth, and goeth for his morn
ing refreshments; when the drowsy beetle
wheels bis droning flight at suliry 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 clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of sOrreI
horse, powdered with gold; and the brass
pin skewered through your waterfall fills
me with unbounded awe. Your forehead
is smoother than the elbow of an old
coat.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths | see legions of little
Cupids, bathing like cohort of ants in
an old army cracker. When their fire
hit me upon my manly breast, it per-
meated my entire anatomy like load of
bird shot would 90 through rotten APP
pie. Your nose is from a chunk of Par
ian marble, and your mouth puckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers on your
lips like honey on bears paw, and myr-
lads of unfedged kisses are there ready
to fly oul and light somewhere, like blue.
birds out Of parents nest. Your laugh
rings on my ears like the wind harp's
strain, or the bleat of stray lamb on a
bleak hill side. The dimples on your
cheeks are like bowers in beds of roses,
or hollows in cakes of home made SUI
gar.
! am dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence of my
love, as thrifty housekeepers pour ont hot
coffee. Away from you am as melan-
choly as a sick rat. Sometimes l can
hear the June bugs of dependency buzz
zing in my ears, and feel the old lizards
Of despair crawling down my back.
Uncouth fears, like thousand minnows,
,nibble at my spirits, and my soul is
pierced through with doubts, as an old
cheese is bored with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
smell of Coffy's patent butter, or the
kick of young COW, and more unselfsh
than a kittens first caterwauI. AS the
song bird bankers for the light of day,
the cautious mouse for the fresh bacon in
the trap, as lean pup bankers after new
milk, SO | !ong for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet.
sweeter than Yankee doughnut fried in
sorghum molasses, brighter than the top
knot plumage in The head of muscovy
duck. You are candy kisses, raisins,
pound cake and sweetened toddy alto.
gether.
If these few remarks will enable you
to see the inside of my soul, and me to
win your affections, shall be as happy
as woodpecker on cherry tree, or a
stage horse in a green pasture. If you
can not reciprocate my thrilling passion,
| will pine away like poisoned bed bug.
and fall away from the flourshing vine
of life, an unhmely branch; and in the
coming years, when the shadows fall
from the hills, and the pbilosophic frog
sings his cheerful evening hymns, you,
happy in another's love, can come and
drop tear and catch cold upon the
laet resting place of
JULIUS EPAMINoDAs MUeGINs.