Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-03-27
A Touching Loye-Letter.

My dear beloved, everytime [ think of
you my heart hops up and down like
churn-dasher. Sensations of unuttera-
bic JOY caper over it like young goats on
stable roof, and thrill through it like
Spanish needles through pair of tow
linen trousers.
As a goslin swimmeth with delight in
mud-puddle, SO swim now in sea of
glory. Visions of ecstatic rapture
thicker than the hairs of backing
brush, and brighter than the hues of a
humming birds pinions, visit in my
SAUNDERS +; and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me,
and reach to grasp it, like pointer
swapping at blue-bottle fly. When [
first beheld your angelic projections [
was bewildered, and my brain whirled
round like bumble-bee under a glass
tumbler. My eyes stood open like
cellar doors in town, and L lifted
up to catch the silyery accents of your
voice. My tongue refused to wag, and
IN silent admiration / drank in the sweet
infection of lore as thirsty man swal-
loweth hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your eyes fell upon
my face, [ sometimes feel as though /
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 thought. When
Aurora, blushing ike bride, rises from
her saffron-colored 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 bedd and grunteth and
goeth forth for his morning refresh
ments when the drowsy beetle wheels
his drening flight at milking time, [
think OF thee, and like a piece of gum
elastic, my heart seems to stretch clear
across my bosom. Your hair is like the
name of a sorrel horse powdered with
gold, and the brass pins skewered
through your waterfall ill me with I'M
bounded awe. Your forehead is
smoother than the elbows of an old coat.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In
their liquid depths see legions of little
cuplds bathing like ants in an old
cracker. When their fire bit me on my
breast it penetrated my whole anatomy,
as load of bird shot through a rotten
apple. Your nose is from chunk Of
Parian marble, and myriads of I'M
f1edged kisses are there ready to fly out
somewhere like bluebirds out of their
nests. Your laugh-rings in my ears
like the wild-harp's strain or the bleat
of stray lambs on a bleak hillside.
The dimples ON your cheeks are like
bowers II beds of roses, or hollows in
homemade sugar.
am dying to fly to thy presence, and
pour out the burning eloquence of nv
love, as thrifty housewives pour out hot
coffee. Away from you I am as melan-
choly as a sick rat. Sometimes I can
hear the June bugs of dependency
buzzing In my ears, and feel the lizards
of despair crawling down my back. I'm
couth fears like q thousand minnows
nlbble at my spirit, and my soul is
pierced with doubts like an old cheese
bored with shippers. My love for
you is stronger than the smell of Cot
fey's patent butter, or the kick of a
young cow, and more unselfsh than a
kittens catawal. AS a song bird bankers
for the light of day, the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as lean
pup bankers for new milk, I long for
thee. You are fairer than a speckled
PeiiACt, o"0cJcI bu1u d Iduk66 dough-
nut fried in sorghum molasses, brighter
than top-knot plumage on the head
of a muscovy duck. You are candy
kisses, pound cake and sweetened teddy
together.
If these few remarks will enable you
to see the inside of my soul, and me to
win your affections, shall be as happy
as woodpecker on cherry tree, or a
stage horse in a green pasture. If you
cannot reciprocate my thrilling pas
sions, will pine away like a poisoned
bedbug, and fall away from fourishing
vine of life to an untimely branch, and
in the coming year, when the shadows
grow from the trees, when the philo-
sophical frog sings his croaking hymns,
you, happy in another's love, can come
and drop tear and catch cold upon
the last resting place of
Yours affectionately, III.