Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1868-11-04
A stunning" Love Letter.

The following is sublimely 'splendiferous,
and we cecelnmend it as a model to lette
writer's
Ny DEAR Miss C.-Every time [ thin
OF you my heart Hops up and down like
churn dasher. Sensations of unutterable 10
creep over 1t like young goats over stabl
roof, and thrill through it like Spsnish need
les through pair of tow linen trowsers
As gosling swimeth with delight in mud
puddle, go swirr iu sea of glory Wis
lobs of ecstatio rapture, thicker than th,
hairs In blacking brush, and brighter thar
the hue OF the humming birds rinions, visi
me In my slumbers. and borne on their visi.
BILE wings, your image stands before me, and
L reach out to grasp it, like pointer snap.
ping at blue bottle fly. When first be-
held your angelic projections, was bewil
dered, and my brain whirled about like a
humble bee under glass tumbler. Ny
eyes stood open like cellar doors in count
ry town, and lifted up my ears to catch
the siivery accents OF your voice. NV
tongue refused to wag, and in silent adora-
ton drank in the sweet infection of love
as thirsty man swalloweth hot whiskey
punch. Since the light of your face fell
upon my life, | sometimes feel as if | could
lift 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 bride, rises from her saffron
couch; and when. the jay bird pipes his
tuneful lay in the apple tree, by the spring
| house; when the chanticleers shrill clarion
heralds the coming morn; when the awak-
ened pig ariseth from his bed and grunteth,
and goeth for his morning refreshments :;
when the drowsy beetle wheels his drown
ing fight, at sultry noontide, and when the
lowing cows come home at milking time,
think of thee; and like piece of gum elas-
tic. my heart seems to stretch clean across
my bosom. Your hair is like the name of a
sorrel horse. powdered with gold; and the
brass pin skewered through your waterfall
fills me with unbounded awe Your fore
head Is smoothar than the elbow of an old
coat. Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths | see legions of little Gu
pids, bathing ike cohort of ants in an old
army cracker. When their fire hit upon my
manly breast, it penetrated my entire anat-
omy ike a load of bird- sfIVJ would go tnro
a rotten apple. Your nuse is rom a chunk
of Parian marble, and your mouth puckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers on your lips
like honey on bears paw, and myriads of
unfiedged kisses are there ready to fly out
and light somewhere, Ike blue birds out of
the parents nest. Your laugh rings on my
ears like the wind harp's strains, or the
bleat OF stray lamb on the bleak hillside
The dimples in your cheek are like bowers
in beds of roses, or hollows in cake of
home made sugar.
am dying to fly to Your presence and
pour out the burning eoquence of my love,
as a thrifty house wife pours out coffee. A
way from you am as melancholy as sick
rat. Sometimes [ can hear the June bugs
of dependency buzzing In my ears, and feel
the cold lizar ds of despair crawling down
my back. Uncouth feats, like thousand
minnows, nibble at my spirits, and my soul
is pierced through with doubts, as an old
cheese with sklppers.
My love for you Is stronger than the
smell of Coffy's patent butter, or the kick
of young COW, and more unselfish than a
kittens first caterwaul. As the song bird
bankers for the light of day, the cautious
mouse for the fresh bacon in the trap, as a
lean pup bankers after new milk, so l long
for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled puilet,
sweeter than yankee doughnut fried in
sorgum molasses, brighter than the topknot
plumage in the head of muscovy duck.
You are candy kisses, raisins, pound cake
and swee ;ened toddy altogether.
If these few remarks will enable you to
see the inside of my SOUL and me to win
your affections, l shall be as happy as a
woodpecker on a cherry tree, or a stage
horse in a green pasture. If you cannot re-
ciprocate my thrilling passion, l will pine
away like a poisoned bedbug, and falling
away from the fourishing vine of life, an
untimely branch and in the coming years,
when the shadows grow from the hills, and
the philisophic frog sings his cheerful even
ing hymns, you, happy in anothers love,
can come and drop tear and catch cold
upon the last resting place of,
julius EPAMINoNDAs MUGGINs
HOME CHEERFULNEss. Many child
goes astray, not because there is a want of
prayer and virtue at home, but simply be-
cause home lacks sunshine. A child needs