Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1868-09-17
q ..sin,ll,ing,, Lore Letier.

The following is sublime, and we
recommend it as a model letter to
writers
My DEAR Miss EVERY time
think Of you my heart fops up and
down like a cburn dasher. Sensations
Of unutterable Joy caper over it like
young goats over a stable roof and
thrill through it like Spanish needles
through a pair of tow linen trowsers.
As gosling swimmeth with delight
in a mud puddle, 50 swim in sea of
glory Visions of ocstatic rapture,
thicker than the hairs in backing
brush, and brighter than the hues Of
humming birds pinions, visit me in
my slumbers; and borne on their in
visible wings, your image stands before
me, and ] reach out TO grasp it. like a
pointer swapping az a bluc-bottle fly.
When | first beheld your angel periec.
tioas. was bewildered and my brain
whirled around like a bundle bee un-
der glass tumblcr My eyes stood
open like cellar doors in country
town, aud | lifted up my ears to catch
the silvery accents Of your voice. Ny
tongue refused to wag, and in silent
alteration | drank the sweet infection
OF love as Il thirsty man swalloweth a
tumbler Of whiskey punch.
Since the light Of your face fell upon
my life, sometimes feel as if / could
lill myself 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 my thoughts.
When Aurora, blushing like a bride
risen from her saffron couch when
the jaybird pipes his tuneid lay in the
apple tree By the spring house; when
the chantieloer's shrill clarion heralds
The coming morn; when the awakened
pig ariseth from his bed aud grunteth,
and goeth for his morning refresh.
mentsi when the drowsy beetle wheels
his dronmg fight at sultry noontide,
and when the lowing cows come home
at milking time, ] think of thee; and
like piece Of gum elastic, my heart
seems TO stretch clearacross my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of a sorrel
horse, powdered with gold and the
brass pin skewered through your wa
torfall fills me with uLb0unded awe.
Your forehead is smoother than the
elbow of an old coat.
Your eyes are glorious TO behold.
In their liquid depths sec legions of
little Cupids, bathing like cohort Of
ants in an old army cracker. When
tbeirfire bit me upon my manly breast,
II permeated my entire anatomy like
a load Of bird shot would 20 through a
rotten apple Your nose is from n
chunk Of Parian marble, and your
mouth puckcred with sweetness. Nee.
tar fingers on your lips like honey on
bears paw, and myriads ofunfodr.
cd kisses are there ready to fy out
and light somewhere, like blue-birds
out Of a parents nest. Your laugh
rings on my ears like the wind harp's
strain, or the bleat of a stray lamb on
bleak bill side. The dimples on vour
checks are like bowers in beds of roses.
or hollows in cakes Of homemade
sugar.
lam dying to fly to your presence
and pour out the burning eloouenee of
my love, as thrifty housekeepers pour
out hot coffee. Away from you am
as melancholy as sick rat. Some.
times ! eau hear the June burs of
dependency buzzing in my ears. and
feel the cold lizards OF despair crawl.
ing down my back Uncouth fears
Ikea thousand minnows, nibblc at NV
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 Cony's patent butter or the
Kick OF young COW, and more nnsel.
fish than kittens first caterwaul
As the song bird bankers for the light
OF day, the cautious mouse fortbe fresh
bacon in the trap, as lean pup hank.
ers after new milk. So long for thee.
lou are iarer than q speckled pul.
let, sweeter than q yankee doughnut
ired ~ sorghum molasses, brighter
than the toPknot plumage in tho head
OF a muscova duck. You arc candy
kisses raisins pound cake. and sweet.
ened toddy altogether.
ltihese few remarks will onablo Won
to see the inside Of my soul. and mo 10
win your affections, i shall be as han.
py as a woodpecker on a cherry tree
or a stage horse in a green p3s,prc
lfyou cannot rcciprocato INV THRILLING
passion, ! will pine away liko n ppi,
sonod bed bug, and fall away from Inc
hourishing vine Of lifc an pntimelv
branch and in the comipr vears
when the shadows fall from ibc bins
and the Thilosophic frog sings his
cheerful evening hymns. YOU Rapnv
In anolhcrs love, can come and drofn
tear and catch cold upon the last
resting place of
JULIUS ErAMINoDAs MuGaINs.
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