The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1868-06-19
NUMBER 32.
A LOVE RETTER.

"MY DEAR JERUsHA:-Every time /
think of you my heart tlops up and
down like churn dasher. Sensations
of unutterable joy caper over it like
young goats over stable roof, and
thrill through it like Spanish needles
through pair of linen trowsers. As
gosling swimmeth with delight in mud
puddle, so swim i'm sea of glory
Visions ofextactic rapture, thicker than
the hair of a black.ng brush and bright
er than the hues on humming birds
pinions, visit me in my slumbers; and
bourne on their invisible wings, your
image stands before me, and reach out
to grasp it, like an old pointer swapping
at blue bottle fly. When i first be-
held your angelic perfections Twas be-
wildered and my brain whirled around
like a bumblebee in o glass tumbler.-
My eyes stood open like cellar doors in
country towns, and | lifted mp my ears
to catch the silvery accents of your
voice. My tongue refused to wag, and
in silent admiration ! drank in the
sweet infection love, as thirsty man
swalloweth a tumbler of hot whiskey
punch. Since the light of your face tell
upon my life, sometimes feel as II |
could lit myself by my boot-straps to
the top of church steeple. Day and
night you are my thought. When Au-
rora, blnsiiing like bride, rises from
her saffron couch; when the jay bird
pipes its tuneful lay in the apple tree
by the spring house; when the chaDti-
cleer's. shrill clarion heralds the COM
ing morn; when the awakened pig
arise.h from his bed and grunteth and
goeth forth for his morning refresh
ments; when the drowsy beetle wheels
his droning flight at sultry noon-tide,
| and when the lowing cows come home
at milking time, | think of thee; and
like piece of gum-elastic my heart
seems to stretch clean across my bosom.
| Your. hair is like the name of u sorrcl
horse powdered with gold, and the brass
pin skewered through your waterfall
filled me with unbonnded awe. Your
forehead is smoother than the elbow
of an old coat. and winter than seven
teen hundred linen. Your eyes are
glorious to behold. Tn their liquid
depth see lcgions of little Cupids bat
Ting and fighting like cohorts of ants
in an old army cracker. When their fire
hit me full OH my manly breast, it per-
meated my entire anatomy, like as a
load of bird Shot would 60 through a
rotten apple. Your nose is from a
chunk of parian marble, and your mouth
puckered with sweetness. Nectar ling
ers on your lips like honey on 4 bears
paws, and myriads of unfledged kisses
are there ready to fly out and light
somewhere like young blue birds out of
the parent nest. Your laugh rings on
my ears like the wind-harp's strain, or
the bIeat of stray lamb on the bleak
hillside. The dimples in your checks
are like bowers in beds of roses, or like
hollows in cakes of homemade sugar.
am dying to fly to your presence
and poor out the burning eloquence of
my love, as thrifty housewives pour out
| the hot coffee. Away from you an.
| melancholy as sick rat. Sometimes |
can hear the June-bugs of desponden-
cy buZZing in my ears, and feel the cold
lizards OF despair crawling down my
back. Uncouth fears, like thousand
minnows, nibbling at my spirits, and
my soul is pierced through with doubts
as an old cheese is bored by shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
smell OF old butter, Swietzer cheese, or
the kick Of mule; it is purer than the
breath of a young crow, and more un-
selfish than Kittens first catterwaul.
As the song bird hungers for the light
of day, the cautious mouse for the fresh
udSol iu euO eiay 30 T" "iC0i pup h'iihcio
after new milk, so long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet;
sweetcr than Yankee dough1ut fried
in sorghum molasscs; brighter than the
top-not plumagc on the head ofa mus
coyy duck. You are candy kisses,
pound cake, and sweet toddy altogether.
II these few remarks will enable you
TO see the inside OF my soul, and me to
win your affections, shall be as happy
as a woodpecker in a cherry tree, or a
stage horse in a green pasture. If you
cannot reciprocate my thrillingpassion,
will pine away like a poisoned bed
bug, and in coming years, when the
shadows grow long from the hills, and
the phlosophic frog sings his evening
hymn, you, happy in another's love,
can come and drop tear, and toss u
clod upon the last resting place of
julius EPHAMINoDUs MUGGISs.