Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1870-10-27

THE HAPPINESS OF A PRoDIGIouS PASSION Ex"
PRESSED IN THE BEST MANNER.

The following love-letter (though that is a
feeble name for it, is said to have been written
by a pair of bright young school teachers in a
town not thousand miles off, in Eastern PENN
sylvania, to q young gentleman OF our state.
We omit address, and date, and publish the letter
itself, as model of style for all love stricken
young ladies', of whom there may be some among
the thousands of readers Of the COMMERCIAL
DEAR SIR Every time I think OF you my
heart fops up and down like a churn dasher.
Sensations of unutterable joy creep over 1t like
young goats overa stable roof, and thrill through
it like Spanish needles through pair OF linen
trowsers. As gosling swimming with delight
in mud puddle, 30 swim in sea OF glory.
Visions of ecstatc rapture, thicker than the hairs
in a blacking brush, and brighter than the hues
of a humming birds pinions, visit me in nay
slumbers, and torne on their invisible wings
your image stands before me, and reach out to
grasp It, like pointer grasping blue-bottie, ny
When first beheld you, my eyes stood open IKE
fused to wag, and in silent alteration drank the
sweet infection Of love as a thirsty man tump-
Ter Of sweet cider. Since the light OF your race
fell upon my life, sometimes feel as II conid
Lift myself up by my garters to the top of the
Presbyterian steeple and ring the bell for singing
school, Day and night you are in my thoughts;
When Aurora, blushing like the white robed
angels, when the jay bird is piping his tuneful
lay in the willow trees by the spring house, when
the awakened pig ariseth from his bed and grunt-
otu huu BOetu lOrtu W
ments ; when the drowsy beetle wheels ms
droning flight at snltry noontide, and when the
lowing COWS come home at milking time, and the
milk maid getting desperate sings 'Shoo Fly, :"
think of thee and like piece OF gum elastic,
my heart seems tostretch clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of an old horse, your
forehead is smoother than an elbow'of an old
coat. Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths see legions of cupids. bath
ing like ants in an army cracker. Nectar fingers
on your lips like honey on bears paw. am
dying to fly to your presence and pour out the
burning eloquence of my love as housekeepers
pour out hot coffee. Away from you am as
melancholy as a eick rat. Sometimes can hear
the august bugs Of despondency buzzing in my
ear, and feel the old lizards Of despair crawling
down my back. You are handsomer than q
speckled pullet, sourer than Yankee dougnut
fried in sorghum molasses, brighter than the
top-not plumage in the head Of a muscovy duck.
You are candy, kisses, rasins, biscuits and sweet
cider, altogether. If these few remarks will
enable you to see the inside Of my soul, and me
to win your affections, will be rs happy as a
woodpecker on cherry tree, or stage driver
with four lively girls. If you cannot reciprocate
my thrilling passions I will pine away like 0
poisoned bed bug, and fall away from the flour
ishing vine OF life an untimely branch; and in
the coming years when the shadows fall fromthe
hills, and the frog sings his cheerful evening
hymn, you, happy in anothers love, can come
and drop a tear and catch cold upon the last
resting place of SAARRAAH Il. FR-.