Brownlow's Knoxville Whig. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1866-1869, 1868-12-16
A Cushing EDiStle.

NASHVILLE, Tenn Nov. -, 1868.
DEAR -: Every time think of you my heart
Aops up and down like churn-dasher Sensations
of unutterabe bliss caper over it like young rats
over stable floor and thrill through it like Span
ish needles through pair of tow linen IrowseFs.-
as costing swimmeth with delight in a mud p1d-
die so my heart swnls in sea Of glory; visions Of
ecstatia rapture thicker than tho hairs black
ing brush and brighter than tho hues of humning
birds pini0ns visit mo in my suulber, and borne on
their invisible wings your image stands before me,
and reach out 10 grasp it like old pointer snap
ping at blue bottle fly. When first beheld your
angelic perfections l was bewidered and my brain
wheeled around like humble bee under glass
tunble and my eyes stood open like cellar doors
in country town; lifted up my ears TO catch the
silyery accents Of your voice. Ny tongue refused
to wag, and in silent admiration drank in tho
sweet inspiration Of love as thirsty man swallow
eth tumbler Of hot whisky punch Since the light
of your face fell npon my life, sometimes feel as
if could lift myself up BY my boot straps to the
top OF church steeple Day and night you are my
thought when Aurora, blushing like bride, rises
from her safroa couch when tho jay bird pipes his
tunefu lay in the apple tree by the spIing house,
when the awakened pig arseth from his bed and
goeth forth for his morning Refreshments when the
drowsy beetle wheels his droning fight at sultry
noontide, and when tho lowing cows como homo at
milking time / think of thee. and like piece OF
gum elastic my heart seems 20 stretch clear across
my bosom. Your hair is like the name of small
horse powdered with gold and the cross pins through
your waterfall filed me with unbounded ave.
Your forehead is smoother than the elbow Of an old
cCat and whittier than seventeen hundred linen
Your eyes arc glOries 10 behold. In their liquid
depths sec egions of little cupids battling aad
fighting like cohorts Of ants in old army crackers
When their fire hit me full on my manly breast It
permeated my entire anatomy, like loud of bird
shot would go through peck of rotten spples.-
Your nose is from chunk of Psrsian marble, and
your mouth is puckered with sweetness. Nectar of
unhedged kisses s there-kisses ready TO y out and
light somewhere, like young blue birds out Of the
parent nest. Your laugh rings in my cars like the
wind hoop strains. The dimples in your checks
are Ike bowers in beds of roses, or the hollow in
cakes of home-mad sugar. / am dying to ay to
your presence and pour out the banning eloquenee
of my love- Away from you am rs melancholy
as sick cat; uneouth fears, like minnows, nibble
at my spirits, and my soul is pierced through with
doubts, like an old churn is bored with SHIPPERS
My love for you is stronger than the smell of old
butter, or Switzer cheese, OF the kick OF mule L.
is purer than the breath of young COW, and moro
unselfsh than young Kittens first eaterwaul. AS
lean pup bankers after new milk, so do long for
thee You are Yankee doughnut filed with sor.-
ghum molasses If these remarks will enable you
to see the inside of my SOUL and mo to win your af
fections / viii be as happy as woodpecker in g
cherry tree, or stage horse in green pasture. III
you cannot recpTocate my passion, will die like g
poisoned bed0ug, and in other years. when the shad
ows grow long from the hills, and the philOsophiG
frog sings his evening lay, you, happy in anothers
love, can come and toss a clod and drop q tear or
the last resing place of your devoted -.