The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1870-11-03
A Model Love Letter.

My DEAR hiss F.-Every tim
that / think Of you, my heart fiOps u
and down like churn-dasher. Sensa
tiOns of unutterabie joy caper over il
I like young goats over a stable ROOT
and thrill through it like Spanish
needles through pair Of tow lineI
trowers. As a gOsling swimmetl
with delight in mud puddle, so swim
I in q sea of glory. Visions Of ecstati
rapture, thicker than the hairs in
I blacking brush, and brighter than tht
hues Ofa humming-bird's pinions, visi
me in my slumbers; and borne OF
their invisible wings, your imag,
stands before me, and l reach out t
grasp it, like pointer swapping at ;
bIuebOttle fly. When I first behelC
your angelic perfections, I was be
wildered, and my brain whirleC
around like q humble bee under aglasi
tumbler. Ny eyes stood open like {
cellar door in a eOuntry town, and
lifted up my ears to the silvery ac
cents of your voice. My tongue re
fused to wag, and in silent alteration
I drank in the sweet infection of love
as thirsty man swalloweth a tum,
bier of hot whiskey punch. Since the
light of your face fell upon my life,
sometimes feel as if I could lift my
self up by my boot straps to the toy
Of the Presbyterian steeple, and pull
the bell rope 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
afsie tree. by the spring house; when
echanticleer's shrill clarion herald:
the coming morn; when the the awak,
ened pig ariseth from bis bed anC
grunteth for his morning refreshments
when the drOwsy beetle wheels his
droning flight at nOontide, and when
the lowing cows come home at milk
ing time, think of thee; and like a
piece of gum elastic, my heart seems
to stretch clean across my BOSOM
Your hair Is like the name of a sOlrel
horse, powdered with gold; and the
brass pin, skewered through your wa
terfali, fills me with unbOunded awe.
Your forehead is smoother than the el-
bow of an old coat. Your eyes are
glorious to behold. In their liquid
depths, 1 see legiOns of little Cupids,
bathing like a cOhOrt of ants in an old
army cracker. When the fire first hit
me upon my manly breast, it perme-
ated my entire anatomy Ike load of
bird-shOt would 90 through a rotten
apple. Your nose is from a chunk OF
Parian marble, and your mouth puck
cred. with sweetness. Nectar fingers
on your lips like honey on a bears
paw, and myriads of unfiedged kisses
are there ready to fly out of the pa
rents nest. Your laugh rings on my
ears like a wind-harp's strains, or the
bleat of stray lamb on a bleak hill
side. The dimples on your cheeks are
like bowers in beds of roses, or hOllows
in cakes Of homemade sugar.
1 am dying to fly to your presence
and pour out the burning eIOquence of
love, as thrifty housewives pour out
hot coffee. Away from you I am as
as asick rat. Sometimes
l can hear the June bugs Of despOn-
dency buZzing in my ears, and the cold
lizards of despair crawling down my
back. Uncouth fears, like a thousand
nibble at my spirits, and
my soul is pierced with doubts, as an
old cheese is bored with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
smell of Cofy's patent butter, or the
kick Of a young COW, and more un-
selfish than Kittens first catewaul.
AS the young bird bankers for the
light of day, as the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as a
lean pup bankers after milk, so / long
for thee.
You are fair than a speckled pullet,
sweeter than a Yankee doughnut fried
in sorghum molasses, brighter than
the tOp-knOt plumage in the head of a
duck. You are candy kisses,
-aisins, pound cake, sweetened toddY.
If these few remarks will enable YOU
% see the inside of my soul, and me
% win your affections, / shall be as
happy as a woodpecker on q cherry
rec, or a stage horse in a green pas
Ure. If you can not reciprocate my
thrilling passion, will pine away like
poisoned bedbug, and fall away from
he fiOurishing vine of life, an un-
imely branch; and in coming years,
When the shadows grow from the hills I.
nd the philosophic frog sings his /
heerful evening hymns, you, happy
n anOther's love, can come and drop ]
tear, and catch a cold, upon the last I
esting place of Pee.