Council Bluffs bugle. [volume] (Council Bluffs, Iowa) 1860-1868, 1868-12-24

Eove-Leelsr II the -.
whor11ker ruadIng the epistIe he.
low, addressed % one al the ssfast
yOung men, Of Dyersbarg, Ohio, ID
prepared to say that thaaFt Of telling
. love story In tropes and figures D.
speech has become one of the list
artsg No one, We opine. III there
y aMefaer charming and suggestive
slFnije that can be added 20 the long
~ calied Into re4Risilien By the fsiF
writer, We would like to know what
IL La;
DYEasBuHG, AUG. 8, 1858.
My OwN uEAR PLRAs: livery
tln1e 4 think uf yosis my heart fiops
upnnti down Ike d cisairn-tEsshef.- -
ssesfnt tons OF sanutserabse Joy eapeE
Oveg 1t like young gtlats 0ves Il Stable
xOofs aid tsir- III tarpagn it like 5pan-
lsfl neesllas Through tow linen traw~
segs. As 8 gaslii swifnsnetil with
deli. ght In u iLaid puddle, ~ 8 vim I
IN u sssa III glory Visions of esstat.
ic rapture, tilicaSeE tlklll the lllirof n
blaeking brnsa, and brigIteE thar.
the hues 0il a hailHusng birds pia-
ions, visit me In any ssusssoers, and
borne on sslezr invisible wings, Your
image stands before las, and reach
out 10 grasp IL, like an old pointer
swapping at y blue-bostie fly. When
iirst beheId your sanity persections
was bewildered, sRd my brain
whiried around like d busnbse bes
8yar6s~ a s~So.s On x4 ksIkaws srzxt xSa sxk<s.S
open like cellar doors in the country
towns. And 1 lifted up my cara 20
eatcsl the silyery accents Of your
voice. Ny tongue refused to wag,
and Ina silent admiration I drank In
the SWEET infection Of love, asa thirs
ty man sRaii0weth a tuinbler OF hot
whisl y punch. Since the light OF
your face fell upon my life, some
times feel as Ii could lift myself by
my shoe-stFaps 60 the top uf a church
steeple. Day and night you are my
thoughts When Aurora blush
ing like q bride, rises from her SAT-
from couch when the jay-hird pipes
his taneful lay in the apple tree by
the epring>hotlse /; when The chanti-
cheers shriil clarion heralds the com
ing morn; when the awakened mig
arfseth from his bed, and gssesh forth
for his morning refresh nlsnks when
tlaa dr0wsy beetle wheels his drO-
ming higflt ~ saltry noontide, aud
when the. lowing eiWs eoals home
al milking time, / think of thee
And like piece of gum elastic, my
heart seems 20 stretch clear acrn~s
heessfts$42 q Al.
llane of sornei horse painted with
gold, AMI the brass slides to youT
imInat U ate necktie fills me with un-
bounded awe. i our forehead Is
smoother than an old coat and whittier
than seventeen hundred linen. YOs Z
eyes are glorious to behold. In their
liquid depths 1 see legions of little
cupids battling aud fighting like CO.
horts 0fan old army cracker. When
their fire hits me full I'm the woman
ly b.xsist, il perforated nay entire
anatomy like a load Of bird.
SHOT would 20 through a
rotten apple. Your nose is
like chunk CT parian marble, snd
your mouth FUCKERS with sweetness.
Nectar fingers on your lips like
honey on "A bears paw, and my
riads of unfiedged kisses are there
ready 10 fiy on Of their parent nest
and light somewhere like bIuehirds
out Of their parent nest. Your laugh
rings ON my eslrSiike the wind harp's
strain, or the bieat Of a stray lamb
oss the bleak hill side. The siiInpies
la your cheeks are like l,owers in
U%saSx F1ssTss, fIr ike aIuffoHr TN SssaSes
o. hesasSs ssanaaG sagars 4 axxa dying tC
~ 10 your presence, and co pour out
Tn burning oqt enee OF my loN e as
d thrifty housewife pours out the hot
coffee. Away frusn you am asanea-
anehnlIy as sick rat. Sometimes |
can hear the Juue-bug OF desposlti-
the cold Lizards Of despair crawling
down my back. Encouth fears like
n thousand sainnies nibbling at my
spirits, and my soul is pierced thro'
with doubts as an old cheese Ii bored
by shippers. Ny love Is stronger for
yoa than the smell of old butter,
sweitzer sase, or the kick of mule.
IL il purer than the breath of q
young crow, and more uselfish than
y kittens first catterwaul. AS the
song bird hungers for the light of
day, the cautious moase for the
fresh bacon In the trap, as q lean pup
bankers after new milk, so long
for thee. You are Eairer than o
speckied pullet, sweeter than q YAM
kee doughnut axed In sorghum mo-
lasses brighter than the top knot
piumage on the head of MnscOvy-
duck. Won are aady-kisses, raisins
pound-cake and sWeefened teddy,
altogether. If these fev remarks |
viii enable you to see the inside OF
my soul, aud me to win yeur affec-
tions, shalt be as happy as q wsNGie
pecker In a cherry tree. or q stagu
horse In a green pasture. If yo-
cannot recfprocate my thrilling pas
sion l viii feel very bad, an / win
pine away like o poisoned bed-bsag
and fall away frosn the fi0urishing
wire OF iige and nntimely bTanch.
And In coming years. when the
shadows grow long from the hills,
and the phllnsophie frog sings his
evening hysna, you, happy In anoth-
er's love- can cnzIse and drop Q tear
and toss ciod upon The hast resting
place Of ALICE.
wATER-pRoor, We believe, rs
the ua ne of that kind of dress goods