The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1868-06-24

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A Klu Klnk Courteth His Love He Propose
In Style.
Point Cavil, Rockbridge, Va, June 18th
i Nv Dear JEANNE
Every time think 0
you, my heart flaps up and down like churn
dashar. Sensations of unutterable JOY capa
over it like young Billy goats over sta
BILE roof, and thrill through it like Spanish
needles through a pair Of tow linen trowsers
AS goslin swimmith with delight in a mue
puddle, SO swim in a sea Of glory. Visions
OF extatic rapture; thicker than the hail
at backing brush and brighter than The
hues on a hummipg birds pipions, visit me
~ my slumbers, and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me and
reach out to grasp it, like on old pointer snap
ping at a blue bottle fy When / first be.
held your angelic perfections was bewilder.
Sd, and my brain wAifled around like bum.
bic bee under asglass 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 Infection, as thirsty man swal-
loweth tumbler Of hot whiskey punch
Since the light Of your face fell upon my life,
sometimes feel If l could lift myself by
my boot straps to The topof church steeple.
Day and night, you are my thought. When
Aurora, blushing like a bride, rises from her
saffron couch; when the jay bird pipes his
tuneful lay in the apple tree by the spring
house, when the chandeliers shrill clarion
horalds the coming morn; when the awaken
ed pig ariseth from his bed and grunteth and
goeth forth for his morning refreshments,
when the drowsy beetle wheels his drqning
fight at sultry noontide, and when the lowing
COWS come 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 sorrel horse pow
dered With gold, and the brass pin skawered
through your waterfall filled me with un-.
bounded ave. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow Of an old coat and winter than
seventeen hundred linen. Your eyes are
glorious to behold In their liquid depths I.
see legions Of little Cupids battling and fight
ing like cohorts Of ants in an old army crack
er. When their fire hit me full on my manly
breast, it permeated myentire anatomy, like
as a load Of bird shot you'd go through a
rotten apple. Your nose is from . chunck Of
Parian marble, and your mouth puckered with
sweetness. Nectar fingers on your lips like
honey on bears paw and myriads Of I'M
fedged kisses are there ready to fly out and
light somewhere, like young blue birds out.
OF the parents nest. Your laugh rings on.
my ear like the Winds harplstrain, or the
bleat Of stray lamb on the bleak hillside
The dimples on your cheeks are like bowers
in beds Of roses, or like hollows in cakes Of
home made sugar
! am dying to ay to your presence and pour
out the burning eloqucnce Of my love, as
thrifty housewives pour out the hot coffee -
Away from you | am melancholy as sick
rat. Sometimes can hear the June bues of
dependency buzzing in my ears, and feel the
cold lizards Of despair crawling down my
back. Uncouth fears like Thousand min
nows nibble at my spirits, and my soul is
pierced through with doubts as an Old cheese
is loved by Shippers
ny love Tor you i stronger than the smell
Of old butter, SWitzcr cheese or the kick Of a
mule; it is purer than the breath Of a young
crow, and mare upselfish than kittens first
catterwal. As the songbird hungers for
the light of day, the cautious mouse for the
fresh bacon in the trap, as bear pup hung
crs after new milk, sol hunger for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pullct, sweet
er than a Yanke doughnut fried in sorghum
molasses. brighter than the top knot plumage
on the head Of muscoyey duck. You arc
candy kisses, pound cake ard swsetened tod
dy all together.
Ii these few remarks will enable you to see
the inside Of my SOUL and me to win your af
fections / shall be as happy as woodpecker
In cherry tree or stage horse in green
pasture. # you caunot reciprocate my thrill
ling passion, | will pine away like poisoned
bed bug and fall away from the flourishina
branch Of life, IN 4ntimely yige, and in the
coming years, when the shadows grow long
from the hills, and the philosophic frog sings
ms evening hymn, you happy in anothers
love, can come and drop tear, end toss a
clod upon the last resting place Of '''ias
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