The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-19

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tEGSi. IA Model Love Lostcr.
MY DEAR JERUsHA: Every time think
OF. you; my heart fops up and down like
q chnrn. .dasher; sensations Of unuttera-
BILE 10y caper over it like young goats
over stableFroof, and thrill through it
like Spanish, needles through q pair of
tow-linen trowsers;as goslin swimmeth
with delight in q mud-puddle, 80 swim I
in sen of glory. Visions of exotic
rapture thicker than the hair of black
ingsbrnsh, and lighter than the hues of
q humming-bird's q pinions, visit me in
my;elnmbers; and borne on their invisi-
bleswings, your image stands before me,
and Z stretch out to grasp it like m old
pointer Swapping at blue bottle-fy.
When I first beheld your angelic per-
fections, Z was bewildered, and my brain
whirled round like o bumble-bee in q
glass tumbler. My eyes stood open like
cellar-doors in country towns, and lift
ed mp my ears to catch the silvery accents
Of your voice.
Ny tongue refused to wag, and in 81
lent admiration I drank in the sweet in
fection Of love, as thirsty man swallow
eth o tumbler of hot whiskey punch;
since the light of your face fell upon my
life, I sometimes feel as I could lift my
self by my boot-straps to the top of
ohurch-steeple. Day and night, you nre
my, thought. When Aurora blushing as
bride, rises from her saffroon couch;
when the jay bird pipes his tuneful lay
in the apple-tree by the spring house;
when Chandeliers shrill clarion heralds
the coming morn; when the awakened
pig ariseth from his bed and grunteth,
and goeth forth for his morning refresh
ments; when the drowsy beetle wheels
his droning fight at sultry noon tide,
and when the lowing COWS come home Mt
milking time, I think of thee. and like
piece Of gum-elastio, my heart seems to
stretch clear across my bosom.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths see legions of little
Cupids battling and fighting like cohorts
of ants in an old army cracker. When
their fire hit me on my manly breast, it
permeeted my entire anatomy as load
of bifd-shot would 60 through a rotten
apple.
Your nose is like chunk of Parian
marble, and your mouth puckersd with
sweetness.
Nectar fingers on your lips like honey
on bears paws, and myriads of un-
Aedged kisses are there ready to fly out
and light somewhere, like young blue
birds out of their parent nest
Your laugh rings on my ears like the
bleat of stray lamb on the bleak hill
side. The dimples in your cheeks are
like bowers in beds Of roses, or like hol-
lows in cakes of homemade sugar.
I am dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning eloquence of my
love, as thirsty housewives pour out hot
coffee.
Away from you, am as melancholy Us
sick rat. Sometimes I can hear the
June bugs of dependency buzzing in
my ears, and feel the cold Lizards of de-
spair crawling down my back Uncouth
fears, like thousand minnows, nibble
at my spirits, and my soul is pierced
through with doubts, as an old cheese is
bored by shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
smell of old butter, sweitzer kase, or the
kick Of mule; it is purer than the
breath of young crow, and more un-
selfish than kittens first cnterwaul.
AS the song bird hungers for the light
of day, the cautions mouse for the bacon
in the tray, rs leon pup bankers after
new milk, so long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled puppy,
sweeter than Yankee dough.nut fried
in sorghum molasses, brighter than the
top knot on the head of Muscovy
drake. You are candy kisses, pound
cake, and sweetened toddy all together.
If these few remarks enable you to see
the inside of my soul, and me to win
your affections, I shall be as happy rs
woodpecker in cherry tree. or stage
horse in green pasture.
If you cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion, I will pine away like poisoned
bed-bug, and in coming years, when tho
shadows grow long from the hills, and
the philosophic frog sings his evening
hymn, you, happy in anothers love, can
come and drop tear, and toss clod
upon the last resting place of
JULIUS EPAMINODAS MUGGINS.
The premium lazy man does all his
reading in the autumn, because the SEN