Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-04-25

| 'Dcts, Sofflc ua UT othtf rottc poOt TUT Ter will be attracted by your curls and be tuck in; for your lip has grater tendency to curl every day yew live, and if it still persists in its propensity for curling your face will soon be graced by as perfect ringlet as ever any pigs tail wer converted into. Its no use trying to explain her fury on sich occasions; if it happened at the 1 right time muther would sa, "git your bonaet Bets, its the proper time for plantin pepperl
 on which celebrate the respicious occa- sion of our gittfn married. 1hope you wont set it too soon, for I've got a rite smart of work to do fore hand. Let me see, I've got that sock to to off and three yards of fillin to spin for that peace of cloth Miss Wadly is weavein for me. did think Ide sell it, but if you ar needin shirts mebbe Ide better not; its a splendid artikel of cloth; l spun course and strong. I've a grate notion to jist to cut it all out in shirts it will make, l reckon, ten or twelve; you will hey enough to last yon as long hope, as you live. But aint gwine to try to make but one of em fore we ar married. Ime mity fraid you aint gwine to give me time to git all my work done; but, l don't no as it makes any difference, can finish it afterwards l list as we'll Let me hear from you inn mejiately if yew don't cum rite away tho He look for you fust boat. Ime now gwine to sine miself yourn forev- CT and ever, world without eend, amen.
 SusANER MULIGAN.
 But what new warrior is this who advances with such bold port and no- ble crest? He fights bravely, but we can see that it is in stolen mail-the squire in the knights armor. Never- theless we will hear the engagement:
 MY DEAR SUSANNA livery time l think of you my heart Hops up and down like churn dasher. Sensations of unutterable joy caper over it like goats over stable roof, and thrill thro' it like Spanish needles through a pair of tow linen trowsers. As gosling swimmeth with delight in mud-pud- dle, so swim in sea of glory. Wis ions of extatic rapture, thicker than the hair of blacking- g-brush and brighter than the hues on humming birds pin ions, visit me in my slumbers; and borne on their invisible wings, your image stands before me, and l reach out to grasp it. like an old pointer snapping at blue bottle fly. When first read of your angelic pcrfections was bewidered, and my brain whirled around like a bumble-bee under glass tumbler. Day and night you are my thought. When Aurora, blushing like Q bride, rises from her saffron couch :; when the jay bird pipes his tuneful lay in the apple tree by the spring house i; when the chanticleer's shrill clarion heralds the coming morn; when the awakened pig ariseth from his bed and grunteth and goeth forth for his morn- ing refreshments; when the drowsy beetle wheels his droning flight at sul- 1 try noontide, and when the lowing cows come home at milking time, l think of thee; and like piece of gum elastic my heart seems 10 stretch clean across my bosom. Your forehead is smoother than the elbow of an old ! coat, and winter than seventeen hun dred linen. Your nose is from chunk of Parian marble, and your mouth puckered with sweetness. Nectar lin gers on your lips like honey on bears are there ready to fly out and light somewhere like young blue birds out of the parent nest. The dimplcs in your cheeks are like bowers in beds of roses or like hollows in cakes of home made sugar. I am dying to fly to your presence and pour out the burning el
 oquence of my love as thrifty house. l wives pour out the hot coffee. Away from you l am melancholy as sick rat. Sometimes can hear the June bugs of despondency buzzing in my ears, and feel the cold lizards of des- pair crawling down my back. Un- couth fears like thousand minnows nibble at my spirits, and my soul is pierced through with doubts as an old cheese is bored by shippers. My love for you is stronger than the smell of old butter, Swietzcr cheese or the kick of a mule it is purer than the breath of a young crow, and more unselfsh than kittens first caterwaul. As the song-bird hungers for the light of day, the cautious mouse for the fresh bacon in the trap; as 8 lean pup hankcrs after new milk, so long for thee. You are fairer than speckled bullet; sweeter than Yankee doughHut fried in sor- ghum molasses; brighter than the top knot plumage on the head of musco- " duck. You are candy kisses, rais- l ins, pound cake, and sweetened toddy altogether. 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 a woodpecker in cher " tree or stage horse in & green pas ture. If you cannot reciprocate my thrilling passion, l will pine away like poisoned bedbug. and fall away from the aourishing vine oflife, an untimely branch and in the coming years, when the shadows grow long from the hills, o,nl fhn nhilnennhic frno sinmc hic