Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1873-04-15
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a fuTcnryG love LETTER.


Mr. DEAR BELOVED Every time l
thiuk Of you my heart fiops up and down
like d Echrrn dasher. Sensations Of unut-
terAbIe 10Y caper over 1t like young goats
on stable roof, and thrill through it like
spanish needles through pair OF linen
trowsers. ID 1rf-,
AZ roslin swimmeth with delight in
a mud 3puddle. 50 swim now in sea OF
plorv. Visions of ecstatic rapture thicker
Than the hairs on backing brush and
brighter. than the hues on humrning
birds pinions visit me in my slumhers;
and borne on their invisible wings thy
IMAGE stands before me and reach to
grasp it like a pointer swapping at blue
bottfe f1y. When / first beheld your an
cello perfections l was bewildered and
INV brain whirled around like a humble
bee under glass tumbler. My eyes stood
opef, like cellar doors in town, and ! lifted
myself up to catch the silvery accents OF
your voice. Ny tongue refused to wag
and in silent admiration | drank in the
sweet infection Of love as thirsty man
swalloweth whiskey punch.
Since the light OF your eyes fell upon
my face l sometimes feel as though l
could lift myself by my boot straps to the
top of the steeple and pull the bell rope
for singing school. Day and night you
are In my thoughts. When Aurora, blush
ing like a bride, rises from her saffron
coiored couch; when the jay bird pipes
his tuneful lay in the apple tree by the
spring house; when the chandeliers
shrill clarion heralds the coming morn !;
when the awakening pig arises from his
bed and grupteth and goeth forth for his
morning refreshments when the drowsy
beetle wheels his droning flight at milking
time, I think OF thee like piece of gum
elastic, my heart seems to stretch clear
across my bosom Your hair is like the
name of sorrel horse powdered with
gold, and the brass pins skewered through
your waterfall fillme with unbounded awe
Your forehead is smoother than the elbow
of an old coat. Your eyes are glorious te
behold. In their liquid depths l see le
gions Of little cupids bathing like ants il
an old cracker. When their fire hit mi
on my breast it penetrated my who'll
anatomy, as a load OF bird shot through
rotten apple. Your nose is from a chunk c
Parian marble, and myriads of unfedge
kisses are there ready to fly out some
where like bluebirds out Of their nest.
Your laugh rings in my ears like the wilt
harp's strain on bleak hillside. TIL
dimples on your cheeks are like bowers
beds of roses, or hollows in home mad
sugar.
I am dying to hy to thy presence, an
pour out the burning eloquence OF N
love, as thrifty housewives pour out b.
coffee. Away from you am as melal
choly as sick rat. Sometimes can he.
the June bugs of dependency buzzing
my ears, and feel the lizards Of despa
crawling down my back. Uncouth feal
like q thousand minnows nibble at m
spirit, and my soul is pierced with doub
like an old old cheese bored with skipper.
MY love for you is stronger than the SINE
Of Cofey's patent butter or the kick of
young cow, and more unselfish than xii
tens catawal. As n song bird bankers 70
the light of day, the cautious mouse fo
the fresh bacon in the trap, as q lean pu
bankers for new milk, long for thee
You are falrer than speckled pule
sweeter than Yankee doughnut fried
sorghum molasses, brighter than TOT
knot plumage ON the head Of q muscov
duck. You are candy kisses, pound caI
and sweetened toddy together.
Hthese few remarks will enable you
see the inside of my soul, and me to wi
your affections, shall be as happy as
woodpecker on cherry tree, or can.
horse in green pasture. If you canne
reciprocate my thrilling passions, Wi
pine away like poisoned bedbug, an
fall away from a fourishing vine of life t.
an untimely branch, and in the comm!
year, when the shadows grow from tn
trees. when the philosophical frog sing
his croaking hymns, you, happy in anoth
er's love, can come and drop a tear ant
catch cold upon the last resting place
of Yours af1ectionately, II.