Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1868-08-26

Such q Love Letter.
We have read love letters heretofore, and,
mayhap, have written one or two but for
subliuity We never saw anything to compare
with the following which we clip from an
exchange: aai .7.. .'a
MY DEAR SALLY Livery time think
Of you my heart aops up and down like o
churn dasher. Sensations Of unutterablc
joy caper over it like young goats over o
stable roof, and thrill thro' it like spanish
needles through pair Of tow linon trows-
ers. As goslin swimmith with delight in
mud puddle, so swim 1 in a sea Of glory.
Visions Of ccstatic rapture, thicker than
the hair Of backing brush and brighter
than the hues of humming birds pinions,
visit me in my slumbcr; and borne on their
invisible wings, your image stands before
me, and l reach out to grasp it, like an old
pointer swapping at blue-bottle fly. When
/ first beheld your angelic perfections l was
bewildercd, and my brain whirlcd round
like humble bee in glass tumbler. My
eyes stood open like cellar doors in country
towns, I lifted up my ears to catch the Sill
very accents Of your voice. My tongue re-
refused to wag, and in silent admiration l
drank in the sweet infection Of love, as q
thirsty man swallowcth tumblcr Of hot
whisky punch. Since the light Of your
face fell upon my life, sometimes feel as
if I could lift myself by my boot strops to
the top of church steeplc. Day and night
you arc my thought. When Aurora, blush
ing like a bride, rises from her saffron couch;
when the jay-bird piper his tuneful lay in
the apple tree by the srring house when
the chanticleer's shrill clarion heralds the
coming morn; when the awakened pig
ariscth from his bed and grunteth and goeth
for his morning refreshments; when the
drowsy beetle wheels his drowning fight at
sultry uoon-tide, and when the lowing cows
come home at milking time, I think of thee:
and like piece Of gum elastic my heart
seemed to stretch clean across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name Of sorcl horse
powdered with gold; and the brass pins
skewcred through your waterfall fill me
with unboundcd awe. Your forehead is
smoother than the elbow Of an old coat,
and whiter than seventeen hundred linen.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In their
liquid depths | see legions of little Cupids
battling and 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 as load Of bird shot
would 20 through rotten apple. Your
nose is from chunk of Partisan marble,
and your mouth puckersd with sweetness.
Nectar fingers on your lips like honey on
bears paw, and ulyriads Of unAedged kisses
are there ready to fly out and light some-
where like young blue birds out of the
parent nest. Your laugh ring on my ears
like the windharp's strains, or the bleat of
a stray lamb on the bleak hillside. The
dinples on your cheeks are like bowers in
beds Of roses, or like hollows in cakes Of
home made sugar.
l am dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence Of my love,
as thrifty housewives pour out the hot coffee.
Away from you, am melancholy as sick
cat. Uncouth fears, like a 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 old butter, Switzer cheese, or kick of
mule it is purcr than the breath Of young
COW, aud more unselfsh than the Kittens
first catcrwaul. As the song bird hungers
for the light Of day, the cautious mouse for
for the fresh bacon in the tray, lean pup
bankers after new milk, so I long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet
swecter than Yankee doughnut fried in
sorghum molasscs; brighter than the top
knot plumage on the head Of a muscovy
duck You are candy kisses, pound cake,
aud swectened toddy altogether.
If these remarks will enable you to see
the inside Of my soul, and me to win your
affections, l shall be as happy as wood
peckcr in cherry tree, or stage horse in
green pasture. If you cannot rcciprocate
my thrilling passion, I will die away like
poisoned bcdbug, and in coming years when
the shadows grow long from the hills, and
the philanthrophic frog sings his evening
hymn, you, happy in another's love, can
come and drop tear, and toss clod upon
the last resting place Of
BRIDAL TESTS. How thankful our "well
educated" young ladies of this day must
feel that they do not live among such half
civilized people as the HISTORIANS must be,
from tho following account Of one Of their
wedding customs: After the marriage cere-
money has been performed, the wedding
party is taken in wagons to tho house Of the
bridegroom's parents. When the second
wagon, in which the bride is seated alone,
reaches the cato opening into the yard in
which the house is situated, it is halted, and
the bridegroom mother comes to meet it,
with baby and three suits Of baby clothes
in her arms. She throws the child and the
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