Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1871-04-19
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A Stunning Valentino.

Tie following IS sublimely spIeudiierons.
and we recommend 1t as model 10 patrons
IF the Saint.
Ny dear Miss F.-Every time I think Of
tou my hear. hops up and down like, a
churn dasher. Sensations of unutterRblo
10Y rHper over 1t like young goats over q
stable roof, and thrill through IL like Span
sl needles through pair Of tow linen
frowSers. AS gosling swimmeth with
delight In a mud puddle. 10 swim in
sen OF glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture,
thicker than tile hairs in 6 bfacking brush.
and brighter than the liGgs OF hupaming
birds pinions, visit me in my plumbers; I;
and borne on their invisible wings, your
image stands before me, and j reach out
TO grasp II. like 4 pointer Swapping at u
blue bottle.hy. When first beheld yoar
angelic pcrfnctions, was bewildered, and
my brain whirled around like q humble
bee under glass tumblef.i Myeyes stood
open like cellar doors ina county town,
and | lifted apmy cars 10 catch the silvefy
accents Of your voice. My tongue refused
to wag, and in silent alteration drank in
the sweet infection Of love MS a thirsty man
swallowetha tumblcr Of hot whisky punch.
Since the light OF your face fell upon
my life, / sometimes feel as II I could lift
myself up by my boot t-straps to the top of
the Presbyterian 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 saffron
couch when the jay bird pipes his tuneful
lay In the applotree, by the spring house I;
when the chanticleer's shrill clarion heralds
the coming morn when the awakened pig
ariscth from his bed and grunteth, and
goeth for his morning refreshments when
the drowsy beetle wheels his droning flight
at sultry noontide, and when the lowing
cows come homo at milking time, / think
OF thee; and like a piece Of gum elastic,
my heart seems to stretch clean across my
bosom. Your hair Is like the name of q
sorrel horse powdered with gold: and the
brass pin, skewered through your water.
fall, fills me with unboundcd awe. Your
forehead is smoother than tile elbow OF an
old coat
Your eyes are glorious TO behold. In
their liquid depths see legions of little
Cupids, bathing like cohort of ants in an
old army cracker, When their fire hit me
upon my manly breast, it permeated my
entire anatomy rs o load of brdshot would
go through rotten apple. Your nose is
like chunk Of Parlan marble, and your
mouth puckered with sweetness. Nectar
fingers on your lips like honey on bears
paw, and myriads OF unfledged kisses are
there ready to fly out and light somewhere,
like blue birds out Of parents nest. Your
laugh rings on my ears like the wind -harp's
strains or tho bleat Of n stray lamb on o
bleak hillside. The dimples on your
checks nre like bowers in beds Of roses, or
hollows in cakes of homemade sugar.
lam dying to fly to your presence and
pour out the burning cloquencc of my love,
as thrifty housewives pour out hot coffee
Away from you am rs melancholy rs a
sick rat. Sometimes I can hear the June
bugs Of despondency buzzing in my ears
and feel the cold lizards of despair crawling
down my back. Uncouth fears, like a
thousand minnows, nibble at my spirits,
and my soul is pierced through with doubts,
as an old cheese Is bored with shippers.
My love for you ls stronger than tho
smell Of Cofy's patent butter, OF the kick
Of a young cow, and more unselfish than
Kittens first caterwaul. As the song bird
hankcrs for the light of day, the cautious
mouse for tho fresh bacon in the trap, as a
lean pup bankers after new milk, 80 long
for thee.
You nre fairer than speckled 'pullet,
swectcr than yankee doughnut fried in
sorghum molasses, brighter than the top
not plumugc in the head OF muscovy
duck. You are candy kisses, raisins, pound
cake, and swcetened toddy altogether.
II 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
wood-pecker on cherry tree, or stage
horse in green pasture. II you cannot
reciprocate my thrilling passions, will
pine away like n poisoned bed.bug, and
fall away from the fiourishing vine Of life,
an untimely branch and in the coming
years, when the shadows fall from the
hills, and the philo sophie frog sings his
cheerful evening hymns. you, happy in
nnother's love, can come and drop tear
and catch y cold upon the last resting
place of
julius EPAMINoNDAs MUGGINs.