Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1871-05-11
A LON E-L.ETTER.

The following is sublimcly splendid
and wf recommend it as a model to let.
tcr-~riters -
"'H Ds"r Mss C.-Evcry time thin,
Of yau my hear: iiops up and down like a
churnhaudle. Sensations of unutterable
JOY caper over il like young goats on a
Scotch hill. As gosling swimmeth with
delight in a mud.rnidle, so swim | in a
Sen of glory. Visions ecstaiic rapture
thicker than the hair. IN blacking brush
and brig hter than the hucs of n parrot's
pinions. visit me in my slumbcrs; aud
borne ou their invisible wings, Your i'm
age stands before me, and | reach out to
grasp it. like pointer swapping at blue
butilc fy When | first bchc.i your an
rrlic pcrfecti"ns | was bcwiliercd, and
my brain whrled around like humble
bee under a glass ,umbler. Nv tongue
refused to wag. and in silent alteration
drank in the sweet infection of love as n
thirsty man swalloweth "A tumblcr of beer.
Since the light of your face fell upon nv
life, | sometimes feel rs if could lift nv
self up by my straps to the top of the
st"crlc. and pull the bcll-rope for church
When Aurora, blushing like bride, rises
from her saffron couch; when the chan
ticlccr's shrill clarion hcralds the coming
morn: when the awakened pig ariscth
from his bed and grunteth, and goeth for
Ia, morning refreshments; when the drow-
sy beetle wheels his droning flight at sui
try noon-'idc: aud when the lowing cows
come home at milking. time, think of
thrc-and. like n piece of gum elastic my
heart seems to stretch clear across my bo-
som Your hair is like the mane ola sor-
rel horse powdered with gold Your
forehead is smoother than the elbow of an
"id coat. Your eyes are glorious to be-
hold. Whra their fire hit me upon my
manly breast. it tpene,rated my whole .na-
tony. as load of bird-shot would 90
through a rotten apple. Your nose is
from a block OF Parian marble, and your
mouth puchcrcd with sweetness. Nectar
fingers on your lips like honey on bear 5
paw and myria!s of unfcdgcd kisses are
there, ready to Fly out and ligh. some
whore. ike birds cut of parents nest =
Your laugh rings in my ear Ike the wind
harr's strain or the blcat OF stray lamb
on a bleak hillside
Il am dying to fly to thy presence,
and pour out the burning cloqucncc of
my love. rs thrifty housewives pour out
hot coffee. Away from you am rs mel
ancholy as II sick rat Sometimes | can
hear the May bugs of dcSrondency buzz
zinc in my ears aud feel the cold lizards
Of despair crawling down my back. Tn
couth [, arS. like n thousand minnows. nib
hle at my spirits, ard my soul is pierced
with doubts. as cheese is bored hv the
easter" Nv love for Won is stronger
than the kick of a young COW. and more
unselfsh than kittens first caterwaul
As the song bird bankers for the light Of
day. the cautious mouse for the fresh
bacon in the trap-as lean pup bankers
for new milk. So long for thee.
IF these few remarks will enable you
to see the inside Of my soul. and me to
win your affections. shall be as happy
as q sparrow in cherry tree. or cab
horse in green pasture If YOU cannot
rccirroea,e my thrilling passion, shall
pine away like poisoned bcd-bug, and
fall away from the fourishing vine cf life.
an untimely branch: and, in the coming
years. when the shadows grow from the
hills. AMI the philosophic frog sings his
shccrful evening hymos. You. happy in
anothcrs love. can come and drop = tear,
and catch cod upoa the last resting
place Of
'JULirs ErruIEMlUs Nr6GlNs"