Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-07-10
Mumuruns department.
A MODEL LOVE LETTER,

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you, my heart hops up and down like churn-
dasher. Sensations of exquisite joy caper
over it like young goats on stable roof, and
thrill throug gh it like Spanish needles through
a pair of tow linen trowsers. AS gosling
swimeth with delight in mud puddle, so
swim l in sea of glory. Visions of extatic
rapture, thicker than the hairs of blacking
brush and brighter than the hues of a hum
ming birds pinions, visit me in my slumbers,
and borne on invisible wings, your image
stands out before me, and reach out to
grasp it like pointer swapping at blue
butterfly.
When I first beheld your angelic perfec-
tions was bewildered, and my brain whirled
around like bumble-bee in glass tumbler.
My eyes stood open like cellar-door in a
country town, and I lifted up my ears to
catch the silvery accents Of your voice. My
tongue refused to wag, and in silent adora-
ton drank in the sweet infection of love as
a thirsty man swalloweth tumbler of hot
whisky punch.
Since the light of your face fell upon my
life, sometimes feel as if could lift 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 saffron colored couch when the jay
bird pipes his tuneful lay in the apple-tree by
the spring-house; when the chandeliers
shrill clarion voice heralds the coming morn !;
when the awakening pig ariseth from his bed
and grunteth, and going for his mornings re-
freshments; when the drowsy beetle wheels to
droning flight at sultry noon-tide; and when
the lowing herds come home at milking time,
l think of thee; and like piece Of gum elias.
tic, my heart seems stretched clear across my
bosom.
Your hair is like the name of a sorrel horse
powdered with gold and the brass pins skew
cred through your waterfall Eli me with un-
bounded awe. Your forehead is smoother
than the elbow of an old coat; your eyes are
glorious to behold. In their liquid depths
See legions of little Cupids, bathing, like CO.
hort Of ants in an old army cracker. When
their fire hit me upon my manly 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 sweetness. Nectar
fingers on your lips, like honey on bears
paw and myriads of funhedged kisses are there
ready to fly out and light somewhere, like
blue-birds out of their parents nest. Your
laugh rings in my ears like the wind-harp's
strain, or the bleat of stray lamb on bleak
hillside. The dimples on your cheeks are
like bows on beds of roses, hollows in cakes of
home made sugar.
am dying to fly to thy presence, and pour
out the burning eloquence Of my love, as a
thrifty house-keeper pours out hot coffee.
Away from you am melancholy as sick
rat.
Sometimes can hear the June bugs of de-
spondency buzzing in my ears, and feel the
cold lizards of despair crawling down my
back Uncouth fears, like thousand min
nows, nibble at my spirits, and my soul is
pierced with doubts as an old cheese is bored
with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the smell
of CoAeys patent butter, or the kick of a
young COW, and more unsel6sh than kittens
first caterwaul. As a song-bird bankers for
the light of day, the cautious mouse for the
fresh bacon in the trap, as mean pup ham
kers after new milk, so long for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pullet, swee-
ter than Yankee doughnut fried in sorghum
molasses, brighter than topknot plumage on
a muscovy duck. You are candy kisses, rails
ins, pound cake and sweetened toddy alto
gether.
Ifthese remarks will enable you to see the
inside of my soul, and me to win your affec-
tions, shall be as happy as woodpecker on
a cherry tree, or stage.horse in green pas
ture. Ifyou cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion, l will pine away like poisoned bed.
bug, and fall away from a fiourishing vine Of
life, an untimely branch ; and in the coming
years, when the shadows grow from the hills,
and the philosophical frog sings his cheerful
evening hymns, you, happy in another's love-
can come and drop tear and catch cold
upon the last resting-place of
Yours affectionately, H.