Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1868-11-12
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The following is subIimely splen-
differaus, and we recommend it az
model to letter writers:
Mr DEAR MISS C.-Every time I
think of you my heart fops up and
down like a churn dssher. Sensa-
tons of unutterable joy caper over
it like young goats over stable
roof, and thrill through it like Span.
ish needles through pair of tow
linen trowsers. AS a goslin swim-
meth with delight in mud puddle,
40 swim 1 in sea of glory. Wis.,
ions of ecstatic rapture, thicker than
the hairs in a blacking brush, and
brighter than the hues of hummino
birds pinions, visit me in slumbers;
and borne on their invisible wings.
your image stands before me, and I
reaca out to grasp it, like a pointer
swapping at blue bottle fly. When
first beheld your angelic perfec.
tions, l was bewildered, and nv
brain whirled around like s humble
bee under glass tumbler. My eyes
stood open like cellar doors in
country town, and lifted up my ears
to catch the silvery accents of your
voice. My tongue refused to wag,
and in silent alteration l drank in
the sweet infection of love as q
thirsty man swalloweth tumbler of
hot WHISKY punch. Since the light
of your face fell upon my life,
sometimes feel as if l could lift N.Y.
self up by my boot straps to the top
of The Presbyterian steeple, and pull
the bell rope for singing school
Day and night you are in nv
thoughts. When Aurora, blushing
like bride rises from her saffron
couch; when the jay bird pipes his
tuneful lay in the apple tree, by the
spring house; when the chanticleer's
shrill clarion heralds the coming
morn; when the awakened pig ariseth
from his bed and grunteth, and goeth
for his morning refreshments; when
the drowsy beetle wheels his dron-
ing fight at sultry noontide, and
when the lowing cows come home at
milking time, l think of thee; and
like piece ef gum elastic, my heart
seems to stretch clean across nv
bosom. III
Your hair is like the name of q
sorrel horse, powdered with gold;
and the brass pin, skewered through
your waterfall, fills me with unbound
ed awe. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow of an old coat
Your eyes are glorious to behold
In their liquid depths, see legions
of little Cupids, bathing like cohort
of ants in an old army cracker
When their fire hit me upon my
manly breast, it permeated my en-
tire anatomy like load of bird
shot would go through rotten ap-
pie Your nose is from chunk of
Parian marble, and your mouth puck
cred with sweetness. Nectar fingers
on your lips like honey on bears
paw, and myrIads of unfedged kiss
es are there ready to fly out and
light somewhere, like blue birds out
of the parents nest Your laugh
rings on my ears like the windharp's
strains, or the bleat of stray lamb
on bleak hillside. The dimples in
your cheeks are like bowers in beds
of roses, or hollows IN cakes Of
home made sugar.
/ am dying to fly to your pres
ence and pour out the eloquence Of
my love, as thrifty housewives pour
out hot coffee. Away from you, /
am as melancholy as a sick rat
Sometimes can hear the June bugs
of dependency buzzing in my ears,
and feel the cold Lizards of despair
crawling down my back. Uncouth
fears, like thousand minnows, nib
BILE at my spirits, and my soul is
pierced through with doubts, as an
old cheese is bored with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than
the smell Of Coffy's patent butter, or
the kick of q young cow, and more
unselfish than kittens first cater
waul. As the song bird bankers for
the light of day, the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as
lean pup bankers after new milk, so
I long for thee.
You are fairer than q speckled
pullet, sweeter than yankee dough
nut fried in sorghum molasses,
brighter than the top-knot plumage
in the head of muscovy duck
You are candy kisses, pound cake,
and swestened toddy altogether
If these few remarks will enable
you to see the inside of my ssul,
and me to win your affections, 1 shall
be as happy as a woodpecker on
cherry tree, or stage horse in
green pasture. II you cannot recip-
rocate my thrilling passions, will
pine away like poisoned bea-bug,
and fall away like the Aourishing vine
Of life, an untlmely branch; and in
the coming years, when the shadows
grow from the hills, and the phi
frog sings his cheerful even.
ing hymns, you, happy in another's
owe, can come and drop tear and
catch q cold upon the last resting
place of
julius EPAMlNoNDAs MUGGINs.