The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1873-06-21

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A MODEL LOvE-LETTER.-Mye VS..
Harris.-This was one of those rare and
peculiar cases-bTeach 0f promise of
marriage and occupied the greater part
of the forenoon. From the evidence it
appears that the parties both live in or
near OnandagO, n. Y; that Harris had
been frequent visitor for about two
years and half at the house of the plain
titf-a widOw-wOman nearly thirty years
of age, with three children. 1t seems to
have been the opinion of the friends of
the plaintiff [and no doubt she thought
so herself) that Harris would marry her;
but he (Harris); from some unaccOunta-
BILE cause, few months ago suddenly
discovered that he loved another young
lady better, and verified this belief a
short time since by marrying that other
lady. Hence this action was brought by
the plaintiff to recover damages, to ap-
ply as a salve to her wounded affections.
The following tender epistle, sent by the
loving swain, is recommended as q model
lOve-letter:
"My Dear Mrs. M.:-Every time think
of you my heart 1Ops up and down like
churn-dasher. Sensations of unutter-
able joy caper over it like goats on q
stable roof, and thrill through it like
Spanish needles through a pair of tow
linen trOWsers. AS q gOsling swimmeth
with delight in mud-puddle, so swim
in a sea of glory. Visions of eestatiG
rapture thicker than the hairs of q black
ing brush, and brighter than the hues of
a humming birds piniOns, visit me In my
slumbers; and borne on their invisible
wings, and reach out to grasp it, like
pointer swapping at q blue bottle-fy.
| When I first beheld your angelic perfec-
tiOns was bewildered, and my brain
q glass tumbler. My eyes stood open
like cellar doors in a country town, and
lifted up my ears to catch the silvery
accents Of your voice. My tongue re-
| fused to wag, and in silent alteration |
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 thought. When
her saffron -cOlored couch when the Jay
bird pipes his tuneful lay in the apple
tree by the spring house; when the chan
ticleer's shrill clarion heralds the COM
| ing morn when the awakening pig arises
from his bed and grunteth, and gOeth
for his morning refreshments when the
drowsy beetle wheels to droning flight
at sultry noontide and when the lowing
herds come home eatmilking time, think
Of thee and, like piece of gum elastic,
my heart seems stretched clear across
my bosom. Your hair is like the name
of my sOrrel horse powdered with gold;
h yr1-o Il ,yr-1
your waterfall fill me with unbounded
ave. Your f0reheadis is smoother than
the elbow of an old coat. YOureyeS are
glorious to behold. In their liquid depths
| see legions of little cupids bathing, like
cohOrt of ants in an old army cracker.
When their fire hit me upon my manly
breast it penetratedomy whole anatomy
as load of bird shot through rotten
apple. Your nose is from chunk of
Parian marble, and your mouth is puck
cred with sweetness. Nectar fingers on
your lips, like honey on a bears paw;
and myriads of unt1edged 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 bowers in beds
of roses, Or hOllOWs in cakes of home
made sugar.
81 am dying to fly to thy presence, and
pour out the burning elOquence of my
love, as thrifty housewives pour out hot
coffee. Away from you am as melan-
choly as a sick rat. Sometimes | can
hear the June bugs of dependency brlz-
Zing in my ears, and feel the cold lizards
of despair crawling down my back. I'm
couth fears, like thousand minnOWs,
nibble atmy spirits, and my soul sphere
ed with doubts like an old cheese is bored
with shippers.
"My love for you is stronger than the
smell of COffey's patent butter, or the
kick of young COW, and more unselfish
than q kittens first caterwaul. As q
sOng-bird bankers for the light of the
day, the cautious mouse for the fresh
bacon in the trap, as a mean pup hank
ers for new milk, so long for thee.
"YOu are fairer than a speckled pullet,
sweeter than q Yankee d0ughnut fried
in sorgum mOlasses, brighter than top
not plummage on the head of MuscOVy
duck. You are candy, kisses, raisins,
p0und-cake, and sweetened toddy alto
gether.
J "If these remarks will enable you to
see the inside of my soul, and me to win
your affections, / shall be as happy as a
w0odpecker on a cherry tree, or stage
horse in q green pasture. IF you cannot
reciprocate my thrilling passions, l will
pine away like poisoned bedbug, and
, fall away from a flOurishing 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 IL
tear and catch a cold upon the last rest
ing-place of yours affecti0nately. H."
| Merdint For r,Insr,t;He nnd &5lldnuna ncns