North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1869-02-24


We clip from the Montana Boone Co.
Iowa. Democrat, edited by one OF tn
best 'cIippers'' and parsgraphists in tn
State, the following tender epistle iron
''Celiva" to her adorable. The lette
purports to have been addressed to youni
gentleman of Dy yersville-wish we wer
him If We ever saw eloqueuce in low
and logic in illustration ola natural his
tory they are embodied in the beautiful
and affectionate lines below. Trustin,
that all maidens will feel the importanc,
Of enchanting their anticipated husband
by addressing them in the charming lang
uage following, we reprint.
Mv Own DEAR Every time think o
you my heart fops up and down like
churn. dasher. Sensations of unutterabl,
joy caper over it like young goats over
stable roof, and thrill through it lik,
Spanish needles through tow-linen trows
ers. As gosliug swimmeth in delight in
mud puddle, SO swim in sea of glory
Visions Of ecstmtic rapture, thicker thar
the hair Of a black,ng brush, and brighter
than the hues on humming bird
Psnions, visit me in my slumbers, and
borne on their invisible wings, your i'm
age stands before me, and 1 reach out tc
grasp it, like an old pointer swapping at a
blue bottle ay. When first beheld you,
sanity perfections was bewildered and
my brain whirled around like q humble
bee under a q ASS tumpler; my eyes stood
open IKE cellar doors in a country town
and | lifted up my ears to catch the silvery
accents of your voice. My tongue refused
to wag. and in silent admiration drank
in the sweet infection of love, as a thirsty
man swallows tumbler of hot whisky
punch. Since the light of your face fell
upon my life, sometimes feel as if could
church steerle. Day and night you are
like bride, rises from her saffron couch ;
when the jay bird pipes his tuneful lay in
the apple tree by the spring house; when
the chanticleer's shrill clarion heralds the
coming morn when the awakened pig
ariseth from his bed and gocth forth for
his morning refreshment; when the drow-
sy beetle wheels its droning flight at sui
try noontide, and when the lowing cows
come home at milking time, think of
thee; and like piece Of gumelastic, my
heart seems to stretch clear across my
bosom. Your hair is like the name of "a
sorrei horse, painted with gold, and the
brass slide OF yoar immaculate neck-te
fills me with unbounded awe. Your fore
head is smoother than an old coat, and
whittier than seventeen hundred linen.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In their
depths l see legions of little Cupids bat
tiing and fighting like cohorts OF ants in
an old army cracker. When their fire hit
me full in the womanly breast it perforat-
ed my entire anatomy like II load Of bird
shot would 20 through rotten apple.
Your nose is from chunk Of Parian
marble, and your mouth Fuckers with
sweetness. Nectar fingers on your rosy
lips like honey on BEARS paw, and myr.
7aes Of unified ged kisses are there ready to
fly out and tight sOmewh re like blue birds
out Ut their parent nest. Your laugh
rings on my ear like the wind harp's
strain, or the bleat Of stray lamb on the
bleak hillside. The dimples in your
cheeks are like bowers ia beds Of roses, or
like hOllOws in cakes of home made sugar.
am dying to hy to your presence, and IT,
pour out the burning eloquence of my
love as a thirsty housewife pours out cof
fee. Away from you am AS melancholy
as sick rat. Sometimes can hear the
Junebug of dependency buzzing in my
ears, and feel cold lizards of despair
crawling down my back. Uncouth fears
like Thousand minnows are nibbling at my
spirits, and my soul is pierced through
with doubts, rs an old cheese is bored by
shippers. My love is stronger for you
than the smell Of old hutter, sweitzer kase,
or the kick of . mule. 1t is purer than
the breath of young COW, and more un>
selfish than kittens first catterwaul. As
the songbird hungers for the light of day.
the cautious little mouse for the fresh
bacon in the trap, as lean pup bankers
after new milk, so long for thee. You
are fairer, than speckled puilet, sweeter
than Yankee doughnut Rxed in sorgum
mOlasses, and brighter than the topnot
plume of Muscovy duck. You are
candy kisses, raisins, pound cake, and
sweetened toddy, altogether. Ii these few
remarks will enable you to see the inside
of my soul, and to win your affections,
shall be as happy as woodpecker in a
cherry tree, or stage horse in a green
pasture. If you cannot reciprucate my
thrilling passion, l will feel terrible bad,
and will pine away like poisoned bed
bug, and fall from the aourishing vine Of
life, an untimely branch. And in coming
years, when the shadows grow long from
the hills, and the philosophic frog sims
his evening hymn, you, happy in anothers
love, can come and drop tear and toss
clod upon the last resting place of
CELIA
'M0RE'N You'll KEEP. Some years
ago An old sign-palnter, who was very
CREE very grutf, and little deaf. was en-
gagged to paint the Ten Command ments on
aoine tables In n church He work ed twn