The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1871-09-14
VOLUME W.
Number 48.
Verdict for Plaintiff.
The Pqpt,6es of Cupid as Developed III
GusFiRg LUc5 Letter;
From lhs BaHais CoarArereni.

VI ONOhl1ACh lhO
greater part of the forenoon. From the
evidence, it appears that the parties both
live in or near On6ndaga, TINT Harris
had been frequent visitor for about two
years and half at the house of tho
plaintiff widow woman nearly thirty
years of age, with three children: 1t
seems to have been the opinion Of the
friends of the plaintiff (and no doubt
she thought so herself,) that Harris
would marry her but he (Harris) from
unaccountnble cause, few months agoj
suddenly discovered that he loVed an
other young lady better, and verified
this belief short time since by marry
ing that other lady. Hence this aetioI
was brought by tire plaintiff to recover
damages, TO apply as salye to her
wounded affections. The following ten
der epistle, sent by the loving swainj
viii interest our readers, and we teGom-
mend it rs model love letter:
any DEAR MRs. M: Every time I
think of you my heart Aops up and down
like churn-dasher. Sensations of un-
utterable Joy caper over it like ybung
goats on d Stable roof, aud thrill throtgl
it like Spdhisll needles through d pair
of tow linen trousers. As q goslihg
swimmeth with delight in mud-puddle,
so swim in d sea Of glory. Visions Of
Gcstatic rapture thicker than ths haifs OF
Blackihg brush, and brighter thar The
eyes of humming birds pinionsi visit
mo id my slumbers; and, borne on their
invisible wings, your image sthhds be-
fore me, and 1 reach out 10 grasp it,
like pointer swapping at blue-bottle
fly. When I first beheld your angelic
perfections I was bewildefed, and my
brain whirled around like bumble-bee
under d glass timber. My eyes stood
open like cellar doors id a country town.
and lifted up my ears to catch the sill
very accents of your voice. My tongue
refused to wag, and in silent alteration
I drank in the sweet infection of love as
q thirsty man swalloweth tumbler Of
hot whisky punch.
"Since the light OF your face fell upon
my life l sometimes feel as if could
lift myself up by my toot-straps to the
top of the church Eteeple. and pull
the bell-rope for sihgihg school. Day
and night you are in my thoughts
When Aurora, blushing like bride,
rises from her saffron colored couehj
when the jay' bird pipes his tdfie-
full lay in tho apple tree by the spring
house; when The chanticleer's shrill clar-
ion heralds the coming morn; when the
awakening pig arises from his bed and
grunts and goeth for his mornings re-
| freshments; when the drowsy Beetle
wheels to droning fight at sultry noon
tide; and when the lowing hetds come
home at milking time, think Of theej
and like a piece OF gum elastic, my heart
seems stretched clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the tnane of sorrel
horse powdered with goldj and the brass
pins skewered through y0tif waterfall
fill me with dnb0dnded awe. Your fore-
head is smoother than the elbow of an
old coat. Your eyes are glorious to be-
hold. Iii their liquid depths / see le-
gidn5 Of little ctpids bathing like o CO.
hort of ants in an army cracker. When
their fire hit me upon my manly breast,
it penetrated my whole anatomy, as d
load of bird-shot through rotten apple.
Your nose is from O chunk Of Parian
marble, and your inodth is pdckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers oh your
lips like honey on bears paw; and
myriads of unAedged kisses are there
ready to fly out and light somewhere,
like bite birds out Of their parents nest.
Your laugh rings in my ears like the
wind-harp's strain; or the blgat Of tho
stray lamb on bleak hillside. The
dimples ON your cheeks are like bowers
in beds of roses; or hollows In cakes OF
homemade sugar. rtr
II am dying to fly thy presence, and
pour out the burning elbquence of my
love, as thrifty housewives pour out hot
coffee. Away from you I am as mehn-
choly as a sick rat. Sometimes I can
hear the Jtins bugs of dependency baz-
zing in my ears, and feel the cold liz
yards of despair crawling down my back.
Uncouth fears, like thousand ninnCw VS.,
nibble at my spirits and my soul is
tieteed with doubt 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 a young COW, and more anselGsh
than o kittens FIRST eaterwaul. As
song-bird bankers for the light Of day,
the cautious m6ass fsl the fresh bacon
in the trap, as assmean pHp hankers iot
new milk, SO 1 long for thee.
"You are fairer than speekled pull
let, swe4sef than o Yankee doughntit
fried in SORGHUM melssses, brighter thar,
q tbp=knot blaMagg Oh ths head Of u
niusGo3y duck: You are candy, kisses,
raisins, pound take and s&eetened toddy
altogether.
"H these few teinarks viii enable you
to sec the inside OF my soul, and me to
win your affections, / shall be as happy
as woDTpeeker on a cherry tree, or a
stage horse in green pasture. If You
can NOT reeiproeate py thrilling passions,
/ I will pine away like d poisoned bedbug,
and fall away; from fodtishing vine
of life, an untimely branch; and in COM
ing years, when the shadows grow from
the hills, a1dthe philosophical frog sings
his cheerful evening hymns, you, happy
in another's love, can come and drop IL
tear and catch cold upon the last rest
ing place of Yours affeetionatelys
"H."
Verdict for plaintiff. and $500 DAM
ages.
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