The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1868-11-07
LovE.LETTEn or THE AGE.

Who, after reading the cpistle below;
addressed 20 one Of ths "fast young men"
Of Dycrsburg, Ohio, is prepared TO say
that tho art Of telling love story in
tropes aud figures of speech has become
one Of the lost arisi I No one, We opine.
If there i. another charming aud sugges-
tive smile that can be added to the long
list called into requisition b. the fair wri-
ter, &c would ike TO know what it IS:
DYERsDURo, Aug. 5, 1868.
MY OwN DEAN PLEAS: Every time
I think of yon, my heart Dops mp and
down Ike churn-dasher. Sensations 0.
unuttersbIc joy caper over it like young
goats over a stable roof, and thrill through
il like Spa1is1 needles through tow.linen
.rowscrs As goslng swimmeth with
delight in q mud puddle, 50 swim / in .
sea Of glory Visions Of ccstatic rapture,
thicker than tic hair Of q backing brush,
aud brighter than the bucs on a hummiDg
birds pinions, writ men in my siumbers;
and borne on their invisible wings, Jour
| image sfa9ds before nc, and | reach out
TO grasp il, Ike an old pointer sDapping
at blue bottle fy. when / FIRST beheld
your sanity pcrfec,ions was bewildercd;
ble-bec under eloss tunbler my eyes
stood open like cellar doors in the country
towns. And fitted up my ears to catch
the ,ilgery accents Of your voice. BY
tongue refused TO wsg, and 10 silent sdmi-
ration drank in the sweet injection Of
love, as a thirsty man swailoEeth tun-
bier Of hot whisky punch. Since the
light Of your face fell upon my life, I
sometimes feel as if could lift myself by
my shoe slIaps to the top Of church stee-
pie. Day and night you are my thoughts.
When Aurora" blusbing Ike bride,
rises from her saffron couch when the
jay-bird pipes bis tuncful lay in The apple
tree by the spring house when the chan
tic!eer's shril clarion heralds the coming
morn when the awakened pig ariseth
from his bed, and goeth forth for his NOR
ming Refreshments; when the drowsy bee
tic wheels his droning fight at sulky
n0ontide, and when the loving cows come
home at milking time, think Of thee
And Ike piece Of gum-elastic, my heart
seems 10 stretch clear across my bosom.
| Your hair is Ike the name of a eorrel
horse painted with gold. and the brass
slides to your immaculate neck-tie fils me
with unbounded ave. Your forehead is
smoother than old coat and whittier than
| seventeen hundred linen Your eyes are
glorious to behold In their liquid depths
sec legions Of little cupids battling and
fighting ike cohorts Of sn old army
cracker When their FIRE hit me full in
the womanly breast, i perforated my entire
anatomy Ike load Of bird shot would go
through a rotten apple. Your nose is
Ike chunk OF Psrian marble. and your
mouth Fuckers with sweetness. Necta5
! fingers on your lips ike honey on bears
paw, aud nlyriads Of unfedged kisses are
there ready to fy ont Of their parent nest
and light somcwhe ike bluebirds out
Of their parent nest. Your laugh rings
on my ears ike the wind harp's strain,
or the blcat of stray lamb on the bleak
hill side The din pies in your cheeks
are ike bowers in beds of roses, or like
hollows In cakes of homemade sugar
am dying to ny to your presence, and
TO pour out the burning eloquencc of my
love as a thrifty housewife pours out the
hot coffee. Away from you | am as mel
ancho!y as a sick rat. Sometimes can
hear the Juue-bug of dependency buz-
zinc in my cars, and feel the cold lixzards
OF despair crawling down my back. Un-
| couth fears Ike thousand minn;es nib
bling at my spirits, aud my soul is pierced
through with doubts as an old cheese is
bored by shippers. Ny love is stronger
for you than the smell of old butter,
sweitzer kasc, or the kick of mule. Il
is purer than the breath of young crow,
and moro unScl6sh than kittens 6rst
cattcrwaul. AS the song-bird hungers
Tor the light of day, the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as lean.
pup bankers after new milk, so / long for
thee You are fairer than speckled pull
let, sweeter than Yankee ,doughunt
fixed in sorghum molasses; brighter than
the top-knot plum3ge on the head of .
Muscovy-dick. You are candy. kisses,
raiSins, pound cake and sweetened toddy,
altogether If these few remarks will en-
able you to see the inside of my soul, and
me to win your affections, shall be as
happy as a wood pcckcr in cherry tree,
or a stage horse in green pasture. If
you cannot reeiprocate my thrilling pas
sion will feel very bad. aud will pine
away like poisoned bed-bus and fall
away from the aourishins vine of life an
untimely branch. Aud in coming years,
when the shadows grow long from tho
hills, and the philosophic frog sings his
evening hymn, you, happy in snother's
love, can come aud drop tear and toss a
cloud upon the last resting place of
ALICE,