The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1869-09-25
A Stunning Love Letter."

The following, says the Gainesville
Express, which was picked up on the
street the other day, is sublimely spen-
diferous, and recommend it as a model
to letter writer's:
NY DEAR MISS C.-Every time I
think of you my heart hops up and
down like churn dasher. Sensations
of unutterable joy caper over it like
young goats over a stable roof, and
thrill through it like Spantrowsers.-
As a gosling swimmeth with delight in
amud puddle, so | swim in a sea of
glory. Visions of estate rapture
thicker than the hair in blacking
brush, and brighter than the hues of
humming birds pinions visits me in
slumbers; and borne on their invisible
wings your image stands before me.
and / reach out to grasp it like an old
pointer at butterfly. When l first
beheld your angelic perfection / was
bewidere1, and my brain whirled
around like humble bee under glass
tumbler. My eyes stood open like a
cellar door in country towns, and |
lifted up my ears to catch the silvery
accents of your voice. My tongue re-
fused to wag and in silent admiration
/ drank in the sweet infection of love
as thirsty man swalloweth a tumbler
of hot whisky punch. Since the light
of your face fell upon my life, seme-
times feel as if | could lift myself up
by my boot strops to the top of the
Presbyterian steeple and pull tho bell
rope for singing school. Day and
night you are my thoughts. When
Aurora blushing like bride rises from
her suffron ceueh; when the jay bird
pipes his tnneful lay on the apple tree
BY the spring house; when the ohanti-
cIer's shrill clarion herald the coming
morn; when the awakened pig ariseth
from his bed and grunteth and goeth
forhis morning refreshments; when the
drowsy beetle wheels his droning fight
at sultry noontide, and when the low
ing cows come home at milking time, /
think of thee; and like piece Of gume-
lastic my heart seems to stretch across
my bosom. Your hair is lik o the name
Of a sorrel horse powdered with gold;
and the brass pin skewertd through
your waterfall fills me with unbound
ed awe.
am dying to fly to your presence
and pour out the burning eloquence of
my love. as thrifty house-wievs pour
out the hot coffee. Away from you
am as melancholy as sick rat. Some.
times l can hear the June bug of de-
spondency buzzing in my ears, and
feel the cold lizard of despair crawl
ing down my back. Uncouth fears,
like a thousand minnows, nibble at nv
spirits, and my soul is pierced through
with doubts as an old cheese is bored
with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
smell of Cofey's patent butter, or the
kick of young COW, and more unset
fish than Kittens first caterwaul. AS
the songbird bankers for the light of
day, the cautious mouse for the fresh
bacon in the traps, q lean pup bankers
after new milk, so / long for thee.
Youare fairer than speckled pullet,
sweeter than Yankee doughnut fried
In sorghum molasses, brighter than the
top knot plumage on the head of a
Muscovy duck. You are candy kisses,
raisins, pound cake and sweetened
today together.
If these few remarks will enable
you to see the inside of my soul, and
me to win your affections. I shall be as
happy as woodpecker on cherry
tree; or stage horse in green pasture;
ifyou cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion will pine away like poison
ed bed bug, and fall away from the
fiourlshing vine of life, an untimely
branch, and in the coming years, when
shadows grow from the hills, philosphic
frogs sings his cheerful evening hyms,
you happy in andther's love can come
and drop tear, and catch a cold upon
the last resting place of
JULIoUs EPAMINoNDous MuGGISs,