Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-10-05
A Model Love Letter.

Myers rs. HdrrS-This was one of
those rare and peculiar cases-breach of
promise Of marriage-and occupied the
greater part OF the forenoon. From the
evidence 1t appears that the parties live
In or near Onondaga, N. Y; that Harris
had been frequent visitor for about two |
years to the house of the plaintiff wi |
dow, nearly so 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, from
some unaccountable cause, few months
ago suddenly discovered that he loved
another young lady better, and verified
this belief short time since by marrying
that other lady. Hence this action was
brought by the plaintiff to recover dam
ages, to apply as salve TO her wounded
affections, The following tender epistle,
sent By the loving swain, is recommended
as a model love letter:
my DEAR Mrs. M.-Every time
think of you my heart f1ops up and down
like churn dasher. Sensations of unut-
terable joy caper over it like young goats
over a stable roof, and thrill through it
like Spanish needles through a pair of
tow linen trousers. As gosling swim
meth with d light in mudpuddle, so
swim in sea of glory. Visions of &C.
static rapture thicker than the hairs of a
backing brush, and brighter than the
hues of a humming birds pinions, visit
me in my slumbers; and, borne on their
Invisible wings, your image stands before
me, and l reach out to grasp it like
pointer swapping at blue bottle fly.
s When l first beheld your angelic perfec-
tons l was bewinlered, and my brain
whirled around like humble bee under
glass tumbler. My eyes stood open
like cellar doors in a country town, and l
lifted up my ears to catch the silvery &C
cents of your voice. My tongue refused
Co wag, and in silent alteration I drank
In the sweet infection of love as a thirsty
man swalloweth glass of hot whisky
punch.
Since the light of your face fell upon
my life, | sometimes feel as if could lift
myself up by my boot-straps to the top
of the church steeple, and pull the bell
rope for singing school. Day and night
you are in my thoughts. When Aurora.
blushing like bride, rises from her SAT-
fron-colored couch; when the 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 morn
ing refreshments when the drowsy bee
tie wheels to droning flight at sultry noon
tide; and when the lowering herds come
home at milking time, / think of thee !;
and, like piece of gum elastic, my heart
seems stretched clear across my bosom.
Your hat is like the name of my sorrel
horse powdered with gold; and the brass
pins skewered through your waterfall fill
me with unbounded awe. Your forehead
is smoother than the elbow of an old coat
Yours eyes are glorious to behold In
cupids bathing, like 6 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 rotten apple Your nose is
from q chunk of Parian marble, and your
mouth is puckered with sweetness. Nee
tar fingers on your lips, like honey on a
bears paw and myraids of unfedged
kisses are there, ready to fly out and light
on the countenance of your own dear true
love, like blue birds out of their parents
nest. Your laugh rings in my ears like
the wind harps strain, or the bleat of a
stray lamb on bleak hillside The
dimples on your cheeks are like brewers
in beds of roses, or hollows in cakes of
homemade sugar.
Il 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 l am as melan-
choly as sick rat. Sometimes l can
hear the June bugs OF Gespordency buz
zing in my ears, and feel the cold lizards
of despair crawling down my back. I'm
couth fears, like thousand minnows nib
bic at my spirits, and my soul is pierced
with doubts like an ole cheese is bored
with shippers.
my love-for you is stronger than the
smell of Coffey's patent butter, or the
kick Of a two year old mule, and more
unselfsh than kittens first caterwaul
As song bird bankers after the light o
the day, the cautious mouse for the fresl
bacon in the trap, as a mean pup banker
for new milk, SO long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet
sweeter than Yankee doughnut frie'
in sorghum molasses, brighter than tn
topnot plumage on the head of Mus
covy duck You are candy, kisses, raisins
pound-cake, and sweetened toddy alto
gether.
IF these few remarks will enable yo
10 see the inside of my soul, and me
win your affections, shall be as hspp
as woodpecker on a cherry tree, or
stage horse in green pasture, and loo
upon the world from my elevation wit
the scorn of a school girl who writes
FOR country newspaper. If You came
reciprocate my thrilling passions, wi
pine away like a poisoned bedbug, al
fall away frrn-a Furnishing vine of lii
an untimely branch; and the comm
years, when the shadows grow from Il
hills, and the philosoph Gil frog sings h
cheerful evening hymns, you, happy
anothers love, can come and drop a te
and catch a cold upon the last restil
place of yours affectionately. H."
q Verdict for plaintiff, and $4,000 dal
ages.
4 young Jewess, of Baltimore, nam
Miss Bette Jacobs, eloped on the Is
ult. with a Gentle named Altman. I
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