Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-12-20
NUMBER 81.
A TOUCHING LOVE LETTER

MY dear beloVedf every tlme tnlhk
Of you my heart hops up and down like
a churn-dasher. Sensations of unuttera-
ble JOY caper over it like young goats on
a stable roof, and thrill through it like
Spanish needles through II pair of tow
| linen trowsers.
As goslin swimmeth with delight in
mud puddle, SO swim l now in sea Of
glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture thick
er than the hairs on blacking- brush,
and brighter than the hues Of a humming
birds pinions, visits me in my slumbers;
and borne on their invisible wings your
image stands before me, and l reach to
grasp it like pointer swapping at blue
| fly. When l first saw your angelic per-
feetions L was bewildered, and my brain
whirled around like a bumblebee under a
glass tumber. My eyes stood open like
cellar doors in town, and l lifted them
up to catch the silvery accents Of your
voice. My tongue refused to wag, and
in silent admiration drank in the infee-
tion of love as thirsty man swallows q
hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your face iell upon
my face, l sometimes feel as though
could lift myself by my boot straps to
the top of the steeple and pull the bell
rope of a singing school. Day and night
you are in my thoughts. When Aurora.
blushing like bride, rises from her saf-
on-colored couch when the jay bird
pipes his tuneful lay ir the apple tree by
the spring house when the chanticleer's
shrill clarion heralds the coming morn
when the awakened pig arises from his
bed and gruntcth and goeth for his morn
ing refreshments when the drowsy bee
tle wheels his droning flight at sultry
noontide when that lowing herd comes
homo at milking time l think of thee,
and like piece of gumelastic, my heart
seems to stretch clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of horse
powdered with gold, and the brass pins
skewered through your waterfall filed
me with awe. Your forehead is smooth
or than the elbows Of an old coat. Your
eyes are glorious to behold. In their
liquid depths see legions of little Gu
pids bathing like arts in an old cracker.
When their fire bit me on my breast it
penetrated my whole anatomy, as a load
of birdshot through rotten apple. Your
nose Is from chunk of Parian marble,
and your mouth is puckered with sweet
ness. Nectar fingers on your lips like
honey on a bears paw and myriads Of
uniedged kisses are there ready to fly out
somewhere, like bluebirds out of their
nests. Your laugh rings in my ears like
the winds sharp strain or tho bleat of
the straying lambs an bleak hillside.
The dimpes on your cheeks are like the
bowers in beds of roses, or hollows in
homemade. sugar.
am dying to be in 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-
cholly as sick rat. Sometimes l can
hear the June bugs OF dependency buzz
zing in my ears, and feel the horned toads
of despair crawling down my back. I'm
couth fears like q thousand minners nib
bic at my spirit, and my soul is pierced
with doubts like an old cheese is bored
with skippers. My love for you is strong
or than the smell of Cofiey's patent but
tor, or the kick of young COW, and
more unsehsh than a kittens cat-awal.
AS song bird bankers for the light Of
day, the cautious mouse for the fresh ba-
con in trap, as n lean pup bankers for
new milk, long for thee. You are fair
er than a speckle pullet, sweeter than q
Yankee doughnut fried in sorghum and
molasses, brighter than top-not plum
age on the head of a muscovy duck
You are candy kisses, raisens, pound
cake and sweetened toddy together.
If these few remarks will enable you
TO see the inside of my soul, and me to
win your affections. l shall be as happy
as wood-pecker on u cherry tree, or q
stage horse in green pasture. Ifyou
cannot reciprocate my thrilling passions,
| will pine away like a poisoned bedbug,
and fall away from fiourishing vine of
life, an untimely branch, and in the COM
ing years, when the shadows grow from
the trees, when the philosophical frog
sings his croaking hymns, you, happy in
another's love, can come and drop tear
and east elod upon the last resting
place of yours afiectionately, II.