The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-09-21

first beheld your angelic perfectl ms
1 was bewildered, and my brain
whirled round like q bumble-bee
under a glass tumbler. My eyes
stood open like cellar doors in a
country town, and I lifted up MY
ears to catch the accent of your
voice. My tongue refused to wag
and in silent alteration / drank in
the sweet infliction of love as n
thirsty man swalloweth tumbler
of hot whiskey punch.
Since the light of your face fell
upon my life, I sometimes feel as if
l could lift myself mp by my boot
straps to the top of the church
steeple, and pull the bell rope for
singing school. Day and night you
are my thoughts. When Aurora,
blushing like a bride, rises from her
saffron colOred couch; when tie
jay bird pipes his tuneful lay in the
apple tree by the spring house;
when the chanticleer's shrill clarion
heralds the coming morn; when the
awakening pig arises from his bed
and grunteth, and goeth for his
morning refreshments; when the
drowsy beetle wheels to droning
flight at sultry noontide; home at
milking time, 1 think of thee; and
like a peice of gum elastic, my
heart seems to stretch clear across
my bosom. Your hair is like the
name of a sorrel horse powdered
with gold; and the brass pins skew
cred through your waterfall ill me
with unbounded awe. Your fore
head is smoother than the elbows
of an old coat. Your eyes are glo-
rious to behold. In their liquid
depths I see legions of little cupids
bathing, like a cohort of ants in an
old army cracker When their fire
hit me upon my manly breast it
penetrated my 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. Nee
tar fingers OH your lips, like honey
on bears paw; and myriads of un-
fiedged kisses are there, ready to fly
out some whore, like blue birds out
of their parents nest, Your laugh
rings in my ears like the windharps
strain, or the bleat of a scary lamb
on a bleak hillside. The dimples
on your cheeks are like bowers in
beds of roses, or hollows in cakes
ofhome-made sugar.
1 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 1 am as melancholy as a sick
rat. Sometimes 1 can hear the June
Bugs of dependency buzzing in
my ears, and feel the cold lizards
Of despair crawling down my back.
Uncouth fears like a thousand min
nows, nibble at my spirits; and my
soul is pierced with doubts like an
old cheese that is bored with skip
pers.
BIy love for you is stronger than
the smell of Cofey's patent butter
(Which out ranks Major General
or the kick of young COW, and
more unseIfsh than a Kittens first
caterwauL AS n song. bird bankers
for the light of the day, the eau
tious mouse for the fresh bacon in
the trap, as a mean pup bankers for,
new milk, so I long for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pull
let, sweeter than a yankee dough
nut fried in sorghum molasses
brighter than a top knot plumageon
the head of amuscovy duck. You
are candy, kisses, raisens pound
cake and sweetened ginger toddy
together.
If these few remarks will enable
you to see the inside Of my soul,
and me to win your affections, 1
she'll be as happy as a woodpecker
on a cherry tree; or a stage horse in
a green pastures IF you cannot re-
eiprocate my thrilling passion,
viii pine away like a poisoned bed
bug and fall away from a flourish
ing vine oflife, an untimely branch;
and in the coming years, when the
shadow grows from the hills, and
the philosophical frog sings his
cheerful evening hymns, you, hap
py in another's love, can come and
drop a tear, and catch a cold upon
the last resting place of,
Yours, afectionatcly H"
Verdict for plaintiff, and $500.
damages
Gil