Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1868-09-02
SUCH LOVE LETTER.

We have read love letters heretofore,
and, mayhap, have written one or two; but
for sublimity we never saw anything to
compare with the following which we clip
from an exchange:
"MY DEAR sally Every time |
think of you nv heart fops up and down
like a churn dasher. Sensations of unut-
terable joy caper owe: it like young goats
over stable root, and thrill thro' it like
spanish needles through pair of tow linen
trowsers. As goslin swimmith with de-
light in mud puddle, so swim in a sea of
glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture, thick
er than the hair of backing brush and
brighter than the hues of a humming birds
pinions, visit me in my slumber; and borne
on their invisible wings, your image stands
before me, and / reach out TO grasp it,
Ike an cd pointer swapping at blue bot
tie fly. When first hcheId your angelic
perfections was bewildered, and nv brain
whirlrd round like a humble bee in glass
tumbler. My eyes stood open like cellar
doors in country towns, lifted up nv ears
to catch the sllvery accents ofyour Voice.
NV tongue refused to wag, and in silent
admiration drank in the sweet infection
Of love, as thirsty man swolloweth tum
bier of hot wlskey punch. Since the light
Of your face fell upon my life, | sometimes
feel as if could lift myself by my boot
strops to the top of a church steeple.-
Day and night you are my Thought
When Aurora, blushing like bIide, rises
from her saffron couch; when the jay bird
piper his tuncful lay in the apple tree by
the spring house; whea the chantclcer' S
>hrlll clarion heralds the coming morn;
VIII the awakeEed pig ariseth from his
bed and grunt!ieth and gocth tor his morn
ing refreshments; when the drowsy beetle
wheels his drowning flight at sultry noon
tide, and when the lowing cows come home
at milking time, / think of thee: and ike
a piece of gum elastic my heart seems to
stretch clean across my bosom. Your hair
is like the name of a sOrrel horse powder
ed with gold; and The brass pins skewered
through YOUR waterfall fill me with uu-
bounded awe. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow of An old coat, and whittier
than seventeen hundred linen. Your eyes
are glorious to behold. In their liquid
depths see legions of little Cupids bat
Ting and fighting like cohorts of ants in
old army crackers. When their FIRE hit
me full on my manly breast, it permeated
nv entire anatomy, like as load of bird
shot would 60 through a rotton apple
| Your nose is from chunk of Partisan mar,
| bic, and your mouth puckered with sweet
ness. Nectar fingers on your lips Ike
honey on bears paw, and myriads OF un-
fedged kisses are there ready to fly out
and light somewhere like young blue birds
out of the parents nest. Your laugh ring
on my ears like the windharp's strains, OF
the blest of stray lamb on the hillside
The dimples on you cheeks are like bowers
in beds of roses, or like hollows in cakea
of home made sugar. ..u
am dying to fly to your presence and
pour our the burning eloquence of my love,
as thrifty housewives pour out the bot cof-
fee. Away from you, am melancholy as
a sick cat. Uncouth fears, like thousand
minnov 8, n;bble at my spirits, and my soul
IS pierced through with doubts as an old
| cheese is bored with skippres.
Nv love for you is stronger than the
smell of old butter, Switzer cheese, or a
kick of mule; it is purer than the breath
Of young COW, and more unselfsh than
the kittens first caterwanl. AS the song
bird hungers for the ligh: of day, the eau
tious mouse for fresh bacon in the tray, q
1 . Il IL II T.,
for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pullet;
sweetcr than Yankee doughnut fried in
sorghum molasses; brighter than the top
knot plumage on the head of muscovy
duck. You are candy kisses, pound cake
and sweetened toddy altogether, .- D.
If these remarks viii enable you to see
the inside OF my soul and me to win your
affections, | shall be as happy as wood