The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1868-11-11
Model Love Letter.

disposed to indulge in rhapsodical
letter-writing to their sweet.
hearts:
My DEAR MISS: Every time I
think Of you my heart flaps up
and down like q churn dasher.
Sensations Of unutterable JOY ca
per over it like young goats over
q stable roof, and thrill through it
like Span-trowsers. AS a gos}ing
swimmeth with deli ght in mud
puddle, SO l swim in sea Of glory.
Visions of ecstatic rapture, thicker
than the ka;r in a blacking brush,
and brighter than the hues of a
humming birds piuions, visit me
in my slumbers; and borne on
their invisible wings your image
stands before me, and [ reach out
10 grasp it like an old pointer at a
butterfly. When 1 first beheld
your angelic perfections [ was be-
wildered, and my brain whirled
around like bumblebee under
glass tumbler. Ny eyes openedlike
cellar door in country towns,
and I lifted up my ears to catch
the silvery accents of your voice.
Ny tongue refused to wag, and in
a silent admiration I drunk in the
sweet infection Of love, as thirsty
man swalloweth a tumbler Of hot
whiskey punch. Since the light
of your face fell upon my life, L
sometimes feel as if I 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
my thoughts. When Aurora,
blushing like bride, rises from
her saffron couch when the jay
bird pipes his tuncful lay on the
apple tree by the spring-house;
when the ehanticicer's shrill clar-
ion hcralds the coming morn ;
when the awakened pig ariseth
from his bed and grunteth and
gocth from his morning refresh
ments; when the drowsy beetle
wheels his droning flight at sultry
noontide, and when the lowing
COWS come home at milking time,
I think Of thee and like a piece
Of gumelastic, my heart seems to
stretch across my bosom.
I am dying to fly to your pres
ence and pour out the burning ell
oquence Of nay love as thrifty
housewives pour out the not cof-
fee.. Away from You I am as mel
ancholy as a sick rat. Sometimes
/ can hear the June bug of de-
spondency buzzing in my ears,
and feel the cold lizard Of despair
crawling down my. back. Un:
couth fears, like thousand min
nows 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 Cofee's patent
butter, or the kick Of young
cow, and more unselfsh than a
kittens first caterwaul. AS. the
songbird bankers tor the light OF
day, the cautious mouse for the
fresh bacon in the traps, a lean
pup bankers after new milk, so |
long for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled
pullet, sweeter than a Yankee
dough-nut fried in sorghum mo-
lasses, brighter than the top-not
plumage on the head of a Muscovy
duck. You are candy, kisses, raj
sins, poundcake and sweetened
toddy altogether.
If these few remarks will enable
YOU to see the inside of my soul,
and me to win your affections, 1
shall be as happy as woodpecker
on a cherry tree ; or stage horse
on a green pasture; if you cannot
reciprocate my thrilling passion L
will pine away like a pinioned
bedbug, and fall away from the
hourishing vine Of life, an untime-
ly branch, and, in the coming
years, when the shadows. grow
from the hills, and the philosophic
frog sings his cheerful evening
hymns, you, happy in a mothers