The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1868-06-25
= BRACE OF HOVE LETTEE,s.

in love, and whose cases are undecided in
the chancery Of Capid, we recommend the
folio ring letters:
MY DEAR JERUsHA EVERY time
think Of you my heart fops up and down
like churn dasher. Sensations Of unut~
terable joy caper over it Ike young goats
over a stable roof, and thrill through it
like Spanish needles through IA pair Of tow
linen trow sers. As goslin swimmeth
with delight in a mud puddle, 50 swim |
in cea Of glory. Visions of ecstatic
rapture, thicker than the hair of black
ing brush and brighter than the hues of
humming birds pinions, visit me in my
slumbers; and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me, and
reach out 20 grasp it, like an o!d POINTER
swapping at blue bottle fly. When l
first beheld your angelic perfections was
bewildered, and my brain whirled round
like bumblebee in glass tumUler. hy
eyes stood open like cellar doors in coun~
try towns, lifted up my ears to catch the
sItvery accents of your voice. NJ tongue
refuses 10 wag, and in silence admiration
l drank III the sweet infection Of love, as
a thirsty man swaloweth tumbler of hot
whiskey punch. Since the light Of your
face fell upon my life, l sometimes feel as
ii | conld lift myself by my bootstraps TO
the top Of a church steeple. Day and
night you are my thought. When Aurora,
blushing Ike d bride, rises from her saffron
couch, VIXEN the jay bird pipes his tuncful
lay in the apple free by the spring house {;
| when the chauiiceer's shrill clarion her
aids the coming morn when the awaken
cd pig ariseth iIom bis bed and gruuteth
and gocth for his morning refreshments :;
when the drowsy beetle wheels his dron-
ING fight at sultry noun-tIde, and when
The lowing cows come home at milking
time, l think Of th e and like piece of
gum elastic my heart seems TO stretch
clean across my bosom. Your hair is like
| the name Of a sorreI horse powdered with
gold and the brass pin skewcrad through
your waterfall filed me with un5ounded
awe. Your forehead is smoother than the
! elbow Of an old coat, and wLiter than
seventeen huudrel linen. Your eyes are
glorious to behold. In their liquid depths
l see leglons Of little Cupids battling aud
fighting ike cohorts Of ants III old army
crackers When their fire bit me full on
my manly breast, it PermeaIed my entire
anatomy, Ike as . load Of bird shot woulp
90 through q rotten apple Your nose IS
from "a ChGuh Of Partisan marble, and
your mouth Puckered with sweetness
Nectar fingers on your Il ps Ike honey on
bears paws, aud myriads Of unAodged
kisses are there ready to dy out and light
somewhere Ike young blue birds out Of
The paren, nest. Your laugh rings on my
ears Ike the windharp's strains, or the
bleat of q stray lamb on the bleak hillside.
The dimpies Oh your cheeks are like bow
ors in beds Of roses, or like hollows in
cakes of home made sugar.
1 am dying to fly TO your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence Of my
love, as thrifty housewives pour out the
hist coffee. Away from you, l am mel~
ancholy as a sick cat. Sometimes [ can
hear tAe Juuebues of despondency bpzzing
in my ears, and feel the Geld lizards OF
despair crawling down my back, I'm
conth fears, like thousand minnows,
uibble at my spirits, and my soul is pierced
through with doubts as an old cheese Is
bored by shippers
iONS lol 1CtA - StAOIl5ST illdn TIC
smell of old butler, Swietzer cheese, or
the kick of a mule it is purer than the
breath Of young crow, and more unsel>
fish than kittens first catterwaul. As
the song bird hungers for the light Of day,
the cautious mouse for the fresh bacon ia
the tray, as a lean pup bankers after new
milk, so l long for thee.
You are fairer than Il speckled pullet
sweeter than a Yankee Doughnat fried in
sorghum molasses, brighter than the top
knot piumage on the head Of a muscovy
duck. You are candy kisses, pound cake,
and sweetened toddy altogether.
II these few remarks VIII enable you to
see the inside of my soul, and me to win
your affections, shall be as happy as 4
woodpecker in cherry tree, or a stage
horse in green pasture, Ii you cannot
reciprocate my thrilling passion, l viii
pine away like poisoned bedbug, and in
coming years, when the shadows grow
/ long from the hills, and the philosophic
frog sings his evening Hmm, you, happy
in another's love, can come and drop a
tear, and toss a clod upon the last resting
/ place Of
julius EPHAMINopUs MUGGINs.