The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1871-09-02
A MODEL LOVE LETTER.
A Breach Of Promise Cause.-The
Raplures Of Cupid.
From the BuaslO Commercial Advertiser.

Myres q Harris.-This was one of
those rare and peculiar cases-bTeaCh OF
promise Of marriage-and occupied the
greater part Of the forenoon. From the
evidence, it appears that the parties both
live in or near 0nOndaga, that Harris had
been a frequent visitor for about two years
and a halt ut the house Of the plaintiff
widow woman nearly thirty years oil age
with three children. 1t seems to nave
been the opinion Of the friends Of the
plaintiff land no doubt she thought 50 nGt'
self that Harris would marry heT; Ous Nc
Harris from some unRccOunta6le cause;
a few months ago, suddenly discovered
thal he loved another young lady De!Ier,
and verified bis belief short time since
Lv marrying that other lady. Hence
,E,ssntion was brought by thePlaintilt 70
recoyrr damages, to apply as q saiVe TO
Nor sounded affections. The following
tender epislle, sent by the loving swain,
will interest our readers, and we recon-
mend il rs model love letter:
any DEAR Mis-. NJ: Every time | think
oi YOU my heart fOps up and down like
n cburu.dasher. Sensations of unuttcr.
able Joy caper over II like young goats on
stable roof, and thrill through II like
Spanish needles through pair OF tow
linen trousers. As u gOsling swimmeth
with delight in q mud.puddle, so swim |
In sen of glory. Visions Of ecstatiC
raptur thicker than the hairs oil black.
Ing brush, and brighter than the eyes Of a
hGmming birds piniOns, visit me in my
SAUNDERS, and, borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me, and
reach out 10 grasp Il, Ikea pointer
swapping at blue-battle fly. When !
first beGeid your angelic pertGctions | was
bewildered, and my brain whirled around
like bumble.bee under glass tumbler.
Ny eyes stood open like cellar doors IN
country town, and / lifted up my ears to
catch the silYery accents Of your voice.
My tongue refused TO wag, and In silent
alteration drank In the sweet infection
Of love AZ q thirsty man swallOweth q
tumbler Of hot whisky punch n' "n.
"Sincc the light OF your face fell upon
my lie sometimes feel as It could lin
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.
from COlOred couch; when the jaybird
pipes his tuneiul lay In the apple tree by
The spring house; when tho chandeliers
shrill clarion heraldb the coming morn;
when the awakening pig arises from bis
bed and gruntGth, ind gOeth for his morn
ing's refreshments; when the drowsy
beetle wheels 10 droning flight at sultry
noontide; and when the lowing herds
come home at milking time, think oil
thee; and like q piece Of gum elastic, my
heart seems stretched clear across my
bosom. Your hair Is like tho name Of n
sorrel horse powdered with gold and the
brass pins skewered through your water.
fall IN me with unbOunded awe. Your
forehead is smoother than Che elbow
Of an old coat. Your eyes are glorious
10 behold. In their liquid depths SEQ
lggiOns Of little cupidS bathing, like q CO.
hort Of ants inan old army cracker. When
their fro bit Inc upon my manly breast,
II penetrated my whole anatomy, as a
load Of birdshOt through rotten apple.
Your nose Is from chunk Of Parian
marble, and your mouth ispuckeTed With
sweetness. Nectar fingers on your lips,
like honey on bears paw; and myrlads
Of unAedged kisses are there, ready to fly
out and light somewhere, like blueblrds
out of their parents nest. Your laugh
rings In my cars like the wind harp's
strain, or the bleat Of the stray lamb on
d bleak hillside. The dimples on your
checks are like bowers In beds OF roses,
or hollows in cakes ef home made sugur.
al am dying to fly TO thy presence, and
pour out the burning eloquencc Of my
love, ms thrifty housewives pour out hot
coffee. Away from you am as melan-
chOly As u sick rat. Sometimes ! can
hear the June bugs Of dependency buzz
ziDg in my ears, and fe0l the cold lizards
Of despair crawling down my back. I'm
cOutlI fears, like q thousand mlnnows,
nibble at my spirits; and my soul Is
pierced with doubts like IN old cheese Is
bored with shippers -.
any love for you d stronger than the
smell Of CotIey's patent Butter, or the
kick Of q young COW, and more unsellish
than a kittens first caterwaul. AS q song
bird bankers for tho light Of day, the
cautious mouse for the fresh bacon In the
trap, as a mean pup bankers Tor new
milk, so / long for thee.
"You are fairer than speckled pnlletr
swecter than d Yankee dOughnut fried In
sorghum mOlaSses, brighter than top
plumagc on the head Of nuscovy duck.
You are candy, kisses, raisins, pound cake
and sweetened toddy altogether.
II these few remRfkR will enable you
to see the inside Of my soul, and me u
win your affections, I shall be as happy as
a w0odpeCker on cherry tree, or stage
horse III d green pasture. If you cannot
reciprocate my thrilling passions, l will
pine away like q poisoned bodbug, and
iall away from a fiourishing vine Of life
an untimely branch; and In coming years
when the shadows grow from tho hills,
and the philosophical frog sings bis cheer
full evening hymns, you, happy in an
others love, can come and drop n tear
and catch d cold upon tho last resting
place Of Yours, aheCtionately,
Verdict for the plaintiff, and $500 dam