The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1869-02-19
stunning T" Love Letter.

The following letter Is no humbug. Inc
chap who wrote it has certainly been there
Ny DEAN Miss F.: Every time ]
think OF you my heart fops up and down
like a churn dasher. Sensations OF unut-
terable Joy caper ever it like young goats
over a stable roof, and thrill through it like
pair OF tow linen trousers. AS goslln
swimmeth with delight in mud pudd lie, so
swim | ina sea OF glory. Visions of ecsta>
tic rapture, thicker than the hairs in a
backing brush, and brighter than the hues
OF humming birds pinions, visit me in
my slumbers; and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me, and [
reach out to grab it like pointer swapping
at blue bottle fly. When | first beheld
your angelic pefections, was bewldered,
and my brain whirled round like humble
bee under glass tumber. My eyes stood
open like cellar doors in a country town,
ard lifted my ears to catch the silvery &C
cents of your voice. My tongue refused to
wag, and in silent alteration | drank in the
sweet infection of love as thirsty man
swallows lumber of hot whiskey punch.
Since the light of your face fell upon my
life, |. sometimes feel as if could lift my>
self up by my bootstraps, to the top Of the
Presbyterian steeple, and pull the bell for
singing school. Day and night you are in
my thoughts. 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 chanticeer's shril clarion note heralds
the coming morn when the drowsy beetle
| wheels It's 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 clear across my bosom. Your hair
is like the name of sorrel horse, powder
ed with gold ; and the brass pin, skewered
through your waterfall fills me with un
bounded awe. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow Of an old coat.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
| Cuplds, bathing like cohort of ants in ar
old army cracker.
When their fire hit me upon my manly
breast, it permeated my entire ANATOMY
! like load of birdshos would go through a
hulsbut stripe. Your nose is like chunk
OF Marian marble, and your mouth puck
your lips like honey on bears paw, and
myriads of unfeged kisses are there ready
10 fly out and light somewhere like a blue
| Il
rings on my ears like the windharp's
strains, or the bleat of a stray lamb on a
bleak bill side. The dimpies on your
cheeks are like bowers In beds of roses OF
hoIlows In cakes of home made sugar.
L am dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence of my love,
as thrifty housewives pour out hot coffee.
Away from you | am as melancholy as a
sick raj. Sometimes | hear the June bugs
OF dependency buzzlLg IN my ears; and
feel the cold lizards Of despair crawling
down my back. Uncouth fears, like a
| thousand mipnows, nibble at my spirits and
my soul Is pierced through with doubts, as
an cid cheese is bored with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the kick
of young COW, and more unselfsh 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 | long
for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pulet,
sweeter than yankee doughnut fried in
| sorghum molasses, brighter than the top.
knot plumage in the head of Muscovy
duck. You are candy kiss s, raisips, pound
| cake, and a sweetened cock tail together.
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 cherry tree, or a stage
horse In green pasture.
If you cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion, L will pine away like a poisoned
bed bug, and fall away from the hourishing
vine Of lite an untimely branch; and in the
coming years when the shadows fall from
the hill, and the philosophic frog sings his
! cheering evening hymns, you, happy in am
other love, can come and drop tear and
catch a cold npon the last resting place Of
julius EPAMINoNDAS MUGGINs.