Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1868-09-05
OLD SERIES, VOL. %, NO. 45.
Such n Love Letter.

We have read love letters heretofore, and,
maybap, have written one or two; but tor
sublimity we never saw anything to com
pare with the following which we clip from
an exchange:
"MY DEAR SALLY Every time I think
of you my heart fops up and down like n
churn dasher. Sensations of unutterable
JOY caper over it like young goats over q
stable roof and thrill thro' it like spanish
needles through pair of tow linen trow-
sers. As goslin swimmith with delight in
mud puddle, so swim | in sea of glory.
Visions of ecstatic rapture, thicker than the
hair of backing brush and brighter than
the hues of hummiug birds pinions, visit
me in my slumber; and borne on their in
visible wings, your image stands before me,
and | reach out to grasp it, like an old
pointer swapping at blue bottle fly. When
| first beheld your angelic projections was
bewildered, and my brain whirled- round
ike 0umbe bee in glass tumbler. My
eyes stood open like cellar doors in country
towns, lifted up my ears to catch the sill
very accents of your voice. My tongue
refused to wag, and in silent admiration
drank in the sweet infection of love, as a
thirsty man swalloweth a tumbler of hot
whisky punch. Since the light of your face
iei upon my life sometimes feel as if
eouid MT myself by my boot straps to the
top OF church steeple. Day and night
you are my thought When Aurora, blush
ing like bride. rises from her saffron couch.
when the jay-brd pipes his tunerul Law in
the apple tree by the spring house when
the chanticleer's shril clarion heralds the
coming morn; when the awakened pig
! ariseth from his bed and grunteth and goeth
Tor his morning refreshments; when the
drowsy beetle wheels his drowning fight at
| sultry noon tide, and when the lowing cows
come home at milking time, think of thee:
and like a piece of gum elastic my heart
seemed to stretch clean across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of = sorel horse
powdered with gold and the brass pins
skrewed through your waterfall fill me with
unbonndeG 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 battling
and lighting like cohorts of ants in old
| army crackers. When their fire hit me full
on my manly breast, it permeated my en-
tire anatomy, like a load of bird shot would
go through rotten apple. Your nose is
from chunk of Partisan marble, and your
| mouth puckered with sweetness. Nectar
fingers on your lips like honey on a bears
! paw, and myriads of unfedged kisses are
| there ready to fly ont and light somewhere
| like young blue birds out Of the parent
nest Your laugh ring on my ears like the
windharps strains, or the beat of stray
lamb on the bleak hillside. The dimples
on your checks are like bowers in beds of
roses, or like hollows in cakes of home made
sugar.
am dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence of my love-
as thrifty housewives pour out hot coffee
Away from you, am melancholy as sick
cat. Unuouth fears, like thousand min.
nows, nibhle at my spirits, and my soul is
! pierced through with doubts as an old
cheese is bored with shippers.
My love Tor you is stronger than the smell
! of old butter, Switzer cheese, or a kick of a
mule ; it is purer than the breath of young
COW, and more unselfsh than the kittens
first caterwaul. AS the song bird hungers
for the light of day, the cautious mouse for
the fresh bacon in the tray, lean pup han.
kerS after new milk, so l long for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pullet
sweeter than Yankee doughnut fried in
sorghum moasses; brighter than the top
knot plumage on the head of muscovy
| duck. You are candy kisses, pound cake
and sweetened toddy altogether.
II these remarks will enable you to see
the inside of my soul, and me to win your
affections, shall be as happy as a wood
pecker in cherry tree, or stage horse in
green pasture. If you cannot reciprocate
my thrilling passion, will die away like q
poisoned bedbug, and in coming years when
the shadows grow long from the hills, and
the philanthropic frog sings his evening
hymn, you, happy in another's love car
come and drop tear, and toss clod upon
the last resting place Of
| JAKE sssss.