The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-10-27
A MODEL LovELEFTER.

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pied the greaterpart of the forenoon.
From the evidence, it appears that
the parties live in or near Onondaga,
that Harris had been frequent visi-
tor for about two years and a half at
the house of the plaintiff--a widow
woman of nearly thirty years of age,
with three children. IT seems to
have been the opinion of the friends
of the plaintiff (and no doubt she
thought so hersel1 that Harris would
marry her !; but he Harris from
some unaccountahle cause, a few
months ago, suddenly discovered that
he loved another young lady, and
verified this belief short time since
by marrying thato other lady. Hence
this action was brought by the plain
tiff to recover damages, to apply as
a salve to her wounded affections.
The following tender epistle, sent by
the loving swain, will interest our
readers, and we recommend it as a
model love letter -.4.-.
Mr. DEAR MRs. NJ. Every time /
think of you my heart fiops up and
down like churn dasher. Sensa-
tons of unutterable JOY caper over it
like young goats on a stable roof and
thrill through it like Spanish needles
through pair of linen trousers. As
a gosling swimmeth with delight, in a
mud-puddle, SO swim I in a sea of
glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture
thicker than the hairs of blacking
brush, and brighter than the eyes of
humming birds pinions. visit me
In my slumbers; and, borne on their
invisible wings, your image stands
before me, and reach out to grasp
1t, like a pointer swapping at blue
bottle fly. When / first beheld your
angelic perfections I was bewildered,
and my brain whirled around like a
humming-bee under glass tumbler.
My eyes stood open like cellar doors
In country town, and | lifted upmy
ears to catch the silvery accents of
your voice. My tongue refused to
wag, and in silent alteration I drank
in the sweet infection of love as a
thirsty man swalloweth q tumbler of
whisky punch. = 80 - 80 I =
Since the light of your face fell
upon my life sometimes feel a. if l
could lift myself up by my boot
straps to the top of the church stee-
pie, and pull the bell-rope for sing
ing school. Day and night you are
IN my Thoughts When Aurora,
blushing like bride. rises from her
saffron colored couch; when the jay
bird pipes his tunefnf lay in the ap-
pie tree, by the spring house; when
the chanticleer' shrill clarion heralds
the coming morn; when the awaken
ing pig arises from his bed and
grunteth. and goeth for his. mora
ing's refreshments; when the drowsy
beetle wheels to droning flight at sui
try noontide ; and when the lowing
herds come home at milking time, L
think of thee and like a piece of
gum elastic, my heart seems stretched
clear across my bosom. Your harris
like the name of sorrel horse, pow
dered with gold; and the brass pins
skewered through ynur waterfall fill
me with unbounded awe Your fore
head is smoother than the elbow OF
an old coat. Your eyes are glorious
to behold. In their liquid depths
see legions of little. cupids bathing.
like a cohort of ants in an old army
cracker. When their 6rehit me upo a
my manly breast, 1t penetrated INV
whole anatomy, as a load OF bird shot
through a rotten apple. Your. nose
is from a chunk of Parian marble,
and your mouth is puckered with
sweetness. Nectar, fingers on your
lips like honey on. bears paw, and
myriads of unfedged kisses are there,
ready to fly out and hight somewhere,
like blue-birds out of their parents
nest. Your laugh rings in my ears
like the wind harp's strain, or the
bleat of the stray lamb on the bleak
hillside. The dimples on your
cheeks are like bowers in the beds of
roses, or hollows in cakes of home
male sugar.
81 am dying to fly to thy presence,
and pour out the burning eloquence
of my love, as thrifty housewives pour
out hot coffee. Away from you, I am
as melancholy as sick rat. Some
times / can hear the June bugs OF
dependency buzzirg in my ears, and
feel the cold lizards of despair crawl
ing down my back. Uncouth fears,
like thousand minnows, nibble at
my spirits; and my soul is pierced
with doubts like an old cheese is
bored with shippers.
"My love for you is stronger than
the smell of Cofey's patent butter, or
the kick of young COW, and more
unselfsh that kittens first cater
waul. AS a song bird bankers for
the light of day, the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as a
mean pup bankers after new milk, SO
I long for thee.
''You are fairer than speckled
pullet. sweeter than Yankee dough-
nut fried in sorghum molasses,
brighter than top-knot plumage on
the head of a muscovy duck. You
are candy, kisses, raj sins, pound
cake, and sweetened toddy, altogeth-
er.
eff these few remarks will enable
you to see the inside of my soul, and
me to win your affections, shall be
as happy as a woodpecker on cher
ry tree, or stage horse in green
pasture. If you cannot reciprocate
my thrilling passions, I will pine
away like poisoned bedbug, and
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