Virginia free press. (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1832-1916, 1868-06-11
A Love Letter.


"MY DEAE JEnUsHA Every time | think
of you ny heart flops up and dowulike churn
dasher Sensations Of unutterable joy caper
over it like young goats over stable roof. and
thrill through it like Spanish needles through
a pair of linen trowsers As gosling swim
meth with delight in mud puddle, so swim |
in sea of glory. Visions of extatic rapture.
thicker than the hair Of backing brush aud
brighter than the hucS on a humming birds
pinions. visit me in my slumbers; and bourne
on their invisible wings, your image stands be-
fore me, and I reach out 10 grasp It, like an old
pointer swapping at blue bottle fly. When
I first beheld your angelic perfections | was
bewildered and my brain whirled around Ike
abumblebee in glass tumbler. Ny eyes stood
open like cellar doors in country towns, and
lifted up my ears to catch the silvery accents
of your voice. Ny tongue refused to wag, and
in silent admiration drank in the sweet in
fecton Of love, as thirsty man swallowoth
tumbler of hot whiskey punch. Since tho
light of your face fell upon my life, somo-
times feel as if could lift myself by my boot
straps to the top Of church steple. Day and
night you are my thought. When Aurora.
blushing like bride, rises from her saffron
couch; when the jay bird pipes its tuneful lay
in the apple tree by the spring house; when
thechanticleer's shrill clarion heraldsthe hecoming
morn; when the awakened pig ariseth from
his bed and grunteth aud goeth forth for his
morning refreshments; when the drowsy beetle
wheels his droning flight at sultry noon-tide,
and when the lowing cows come home at milk
ing time, think Of thee; and like piece Of
gum-elastic my heart seems to stretch clean
across my bosom. Your hair is like the mano
Of a sorrel horse powdered with gold, and the
brass pin skewered through your waterfall I'LL
ed me with unbounded awe. Your forehead il
smoother than the elbow of an old coat and
whittier than seventeen hundred linen. Your
eyes are glorious to behold. In their liquid
depth see egions of little Cupids battling and
fighting like cohorts Of ants in an old army
cracker. When their fire hit me full on my
manly breast, tpermeAtcd my entire anatomy,
like as a load of bird shot would go through
rotten apple. Your nose is from a chunk Of
parian marble, and your mouth puckered with
sweetness Nectar fingers on your lips Ike
honey on q bears paws, and myriads Of un-
ieged kisses are there ready to fly out and light
somewhere like young blue birds out Of tho
parent nest. Your laugh rings on my ears like
the wind-harp's strain, or the blert Of a stray
lamb on the bleak hillside. The dimples in
your cheeks are like bowers in beds Of roses, or
like hollows in cakes Of homemade sugar.
am dying to fly to your presence and pour
out the burning eloqueuce Of my love, as Thrift
ty housewives pour out the hot coffee. Away
from you am melancholy as a sick rat
Sometimes can hear the June-bugs Of dos
pondency buzzing in my ears, and feel the cold
Lizards Of despair crawling down my back.
Uncouth fears, like thousand minnows, nib
bic at my spirits, and my soul is pierced
through with doubts as an old cheese IS bored
by shippers.
Ny love for you is stronger than the smell Of
old butter, Swetzer cheese, or the kick Of
mule; it is purcr than the breath Of a young
crow. and more unselfsh than a kittens first
catterwaul. As the song bird hungers for tho
light Of day, The cautious mouse Tor the fresh
bacon in the tray, as a lean pup bankers after
new milk, so long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet swcctcr
than Yankee doughnut fried in sorghum mo-
lasses; brighter than the top-not plumage on tho
head Of muscovy duck. You are candy kiss
es, pound cake, and swee,er .oddy altogether.
IF these few remarks will enable you to SEQ
the inside Of my soul, and me to win your az
fcctions, shall be as happy as woodpeckcr
in cherry tree, or stage horse in green
pasture. If you cannot reciprocate my Thrill
ling passion, viii pine away like poisoned
bcdbug, and IN coming years when the shadows
grow long from tie hills, aud the philosoPhio
frog sings his evening hymn, you, happy in
another's love, can come and drop tear, and
toss clod upon the last resting place Of
julius EPHAxIyoDUs MUGoEs.