Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1870-08-26
The Love-letter of the Aqe.

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The Loye-letter of the Age.
"A GUSHING STATEMENT OF THE DI-
VINE PASSION BIZ A DAMsEL.
| Mr. OwN DEAR PLExs:-Eyery|
time 1 think of you my heart fopsI
up and down like a churn dasher.
Sensations of unutterable joy caper|
over it like young goats over a sta
bic roof, and thrill through it like
Spanish needles through tow-linen
trowsers. As gosling swimmeth
with delight in a mud puddle, so L
swim in sea of glory. Visions of
ecstatic rapture, thicker than the
hair of blacking brush and brighter
than the hues on humming bird 3
pinions, visit me in my slumbers,
and, borne on the invisible wings,
your image stands before me, and Il
reach out to grasp it like an old
polnter swapping at blue-bottle
fly. When / first beheld your
sanity perfections was bewildered,
and my brain whirled around like q
bumble-bee under glass tumbler;
my eyes stood open like cellar
doors in the country towns. And
lifted my ears to catch the silvery
accents of your voice. My tongue
refused to wag, and in silent adm:-
ration / drank in the sweet infection
| of love as thirsty man swalloweth
tumbler of hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your face fell
upon my life l sometimes feel if [
could lift myself by my shoe straps
to the top of church steeple. Day
and night you are in my thoughts.
When "Aurora," blusLing like 3
bride, rises from her saffron couch;
when the jay bird pipes his tuneful
lay in the apple tree by the spring
house; when the ehanticleer's shrill
clarion heralds the coming morn ::
when the awakened pig ariseth from
his bed and goeth forth for his
morning refreshments; when the
f drowsy beetle wheels his droning
fight at sulky noontide, and when
the lowing COWS come home at
milking time, I think of thee. And,
like apiece of gum elastic. my heart
seems to stretch clear across nv
bosom. Your hair is like the name
of sorrel horse painted with gold,
, and the brass slide to your immacu-
late neektie fills me with unbounded
awe. Your forehead is smoother
than an old coat and whittier than
seventeen hundred linen. Your
eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths 1 see legions of
little cupids battling and fighting,
, like cohorts of ants in an old army
cracker. When their fire hit me
, full in the womanly breast it perfo
rated my entire anatomy, like load
of bird shot would go through q
rotten apple. Your nose is from a
a chunk of parian marble, and your
mouth FUCKERS with sweetness.
Nectar liEgers on your lips, like
honey on a bears paw, and myriads
of unfedged kisses are there. ready
to fly out and light somewhere, like
blue birds out of their parent nest.
. Your laugh rings on my ears like
the wind harp's strain, or the bleat
of stray lamb on the bleak hillside.
The dimples on your cheeks are
like bowers in beds of roses, or like
hollows in cakes of home made
sugar. l am dying to fly to your
presence, and to pour out the burn
ing eloquence of my love as thrift
ty housewife pours out the hot cof-
fee. Away from you / am as mel
ancholy as a sick rat. Sometimes
can hear the June bug of despon-
dency buzzing in my ears. and feel
the cold lizards of despair crawling
down my back. Uncouth fears, like
a thousand mice, are nibbling at my
Ispirits, and my soul is pierced
through with doubts as an old
cheese is bored by shippers. Ny
love is stronger for you than the
smell of old butter. sweitzer kase,
or the kick of a mule. Ii is purer
than the breath of a young crow,
and more unselfish than a kittens
first catterwaul. As the song bird
hungers for the light of day, the
cautious mouse for the fresh bacon
in the trap, as lean pup bankers
after new milk, so l long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pull
let, sweeter than Yankee dough
nut fried in sorghum molasses,
brighter tEan the top knot pluma2e
on the head of Muscovia duck.
You are candy kisses, raisins, pound
cake and sweetened toddy, alto
gether. If these few remarks will
enable you to see the inside of nv
affections, / shall be as happy as
woodpecker in cherry tree, or a
stage horse in green pasture. If
you cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion I will pine away like poi
scned bedbug, and fall away from
the flourishing vine of life an un-
timely branch. And in coming
years, when the shadows grow long
from the hills, and the philosophic
frog sings his evening hymn, you,
happy in another's love, can come
and drop a tear and toss a clod
upon the last resting place of
EcILA.
Attorney General Akerman has
written an elaborate letter on the