The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1868-10-02
NUMBER 40.
Such a Love Letter.

We have read love letters heretofore, and.
mayhap, have. written one or two; but for
sublimity ne never saw anything to com
pare with the following, which we clip from
an exchange:
Ny DEAR SALLY:-Every time think of
you my heart fops up and down like a
ohurn dasher. Sensations of unutterable
Joy caper over it like young goats over a
stable roof, and thrill through it ike span
ish needles through pair of tow linen
trowsers. As goslin swimweth with de-
light in a mud puddle, so swim l in a sea
of glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture, thick
er than the hair of a blacking brush, and
brighter than the hues OF humming birds
pinions, visit me in my slumber; and borne
on their invisible wings, your image stands
before me, and reach out to grasp it like
an old pointer swapping at a blue bottle fly.
When 1 first beheld your angelic perfee-
tious was beWildeFed, and my brain
whirled round like humble bee in a hiss
tumbler.
Ny eyes stood open like cellar doors in
county towns; I lifted up my ears to catch
the siivery accents of your voice My
tongue refused to wag. and in silent admi-
ration drank in the sweet infection oflove,
as a thirsty man swaloweth tumbler of
hot whisky punch. Since the light Of your
face fell upon my life, sometimes feel as
if could lift myself by my boot-straps to
the top Of church steeple. Day and night
you are my thought. 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
/ the ohanticlser's shrill claron heralds the
morn; when the awakened pig ariseth from
! his bed and grunteth and goeth for his
morning refreshments; when the drowsy
! beetle wheels his downward flight at sultry
noontide, and when the lowing cows come
home at milking time I 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 sorrel horse pow
derad with gold; and the brass pins skew
cred through your waterfall I'll me with
! unbounded awe. Your forehead is smooth
er than the elbow of an old coat, and whittier
than seventeen hundred linen. Your eyes
are glorious to behold. In their liquid
depths see legions of little Cupids bat
tling and fighting like lite cohorts Of ants
j in army crackers. When their FIRE hit me
full on my manly breast. it permeated my
entire anatomy, like as a load of bird shot
would go through rotten apple. Your
nose is from a chunk Of partisan marble,
and your mouth puckcred to sweetness.-
Nectar fingers on your ipss like honey on
a bears paw, and myriads of unhedged
kisses are there ready to fly out and light
somewhere like young blue birds cut Of the
parent nest. Your laugh rings on my ears
like the windharp's strains. or bleat of
stray lamb on a bleak hillside. The dim
pies on your checks are like bowers in beds
of roses, or the hollows in cakes of home
made sugar.
I am dying to ay to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquency of my love
as thrifty housewives pour out the hot cof-
fee. Away from you, I am as melancholy
as sick cat. Uncouth fears, like a thou
sand minnows. Dibble at my spirits, and
my soul is piercd through with doubts IS an
old cheese is bored with shippers.
Ny love for you is stronger than the smell
Of old butter, Sweitzer cheese, or q kick Of
mule, it is purer than the breath Of a
young COW, and more unselfsh than kit
ten 'slfrst caterwaul. As the song bird hun
gers for the light Of day. the cautious mouse
} for the fresh bacon in the tray. lean pup
: bankers after new milk, 80 long for thee.
! You are fairer than specked pullet ;
2 sweeter than yankee dough nut fried in
sorghum molasses; brighter than the top
: knot plumage on the head Of a muscovy
J duck. You are candy kisses, pound cake
I and sweeteDed toddy altogether.
If these remarks will enable you to see
: the inside of my soul, and me 10 win your
} affections, 1 shall be as happy as a wood
} pecker in a cherry tree, or stage horse IN q
green pasture. II you cannot reciprocats
r my thrilling passion, viii die away like q
poisoned bed bug, aud ia coming years,
when the shadows grow long from tie hills,
and the philosophic frog sings bis evening
hymn, you, happy in auother's love, can
come and drop a tear and toss elod upon
the last resting place Of }. SsIDER.
The tea for which we pay 81 so a pound.
: costs 8 cents in China. The molasses for
which we pay 30 cents gallon, costs 10
cents in Cuba. What is the cause Of this
monstrous advance in price? Radical reck-
Iessuess, corruption and taxation. They
have increased the expenditures OF the gov
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