The daily gazette. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1874-1883, 1874-08-22
THEODORE'S LOVE LETTERS.

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THEODORE'S LOVE LETTERS.
An Important Supplement- to
the Portion PWUiished.
By the sale of his wife's 1ove letters"
Mr.. Iilton seems to have done more to
make his name stink in the nostrils of de-
cent people throughout the country than
by all his other ill smelling actions put to-
and u liar without being altogether be-
yond hope of redemption, but it appears
to be conceded that when to these char
acters are added the disposition to make
merchandise out of the confidence given
by the cradle and in the bridal chamber
us Mr.. Tilton has done, there is no more
to be looked for than from carrion heap.
The journalists OF the cotry have certain
tainly taken this view of the matter and,
while expressing in very unambiguous
language their opinion of "the thing"
who made the sale, have also amused
their readers by publishing burlesques
OF the ecstatic productions sold by The
odore. OF the burlesques made the fol-
lowing from the st. Louis Republican are
among the best:
The LETTERS.
My OWN BELOVED: Am sitting in the
of the gravy pans, but within my inmost
soul all is peace. Would my ber-loved
that my picture might ever hang in such
a frame of mind as this. Over and over
have | devoured your last letter in which
you speak OF me-pO0r me-, in such tones
of gushing tenderness; do you remember
them?
"You are my own hunkidory darling"
81 am as weary as a crab with one claw
without you" "As the cucumber vine
clings to the sea-girt rock so my affection
sticks to you, my sa-weet Mary A."
| says to myself, says |, can it be that
am worthy of this supernal et1ervescing
OF love, and says, says |, no
May the gentle palm leaf bring cooling
fervor to my beloved's classic brow this
his pillowcd checks.
MARY ANN
DARLING PEcKy: Far be it from me
to harrow your feelings with the fine
tooth of remonstrance; but when have
been waiting and longing for one of your
soul feeding letters, and then to find but
SO inclosed, what am to say? How on
earth do you expect me to pay
the sausage man and n =; but, withal
adore thee, thou sweet scented harbin-
ger OF my domestic oasis When L reflect
on the nitro glycerineousness of your
character, and the pinacle OF grand COM
prehensiveness to which you have attain
ed by the favoring gales of personal dis
tinguishment, l feel so proud of you that
could y none-none-
Our innocent is snoring sweetly, with
tip tilted nose and with ope'd mouth, so
like his father
MOLLY.
Sweetly and low, gentle and slow.
Snore my own baby to me;
For papa will snore. and papa will roar.
When he comes back to thee.
|. X My IDOL: Do you think it
sin for me to ride so triumphantly like
on cloud How can help it?
The candescent strife which swells in my
bosom when think of my absent one, so
expands me with uncomfortable enthusi-
asm that hooks and eyes seem but as
thing of ail-hoop Ia, they fly
Old Mrs. Sanders is very sick with varya-
loid and il Is chance ii she is not scooped
this time but oh, Isaac to return when
we exchanged checks at the marital font, |
and that beloved man made lis twain ior- |
ever. ho " little did we know what was stored |
up for us 4. Your dear mother in |
law says that sinca you have been gone she
has known that external peace Of mind |
which none but those who have an inter-
of conscientious scrnples eau ever !
appreciate. You will, know, he IN ecstacy !,
to learn that she is happy. In my |
dreams kiss you for your mother, and |
ever y. Bye-bye, gooselnm goose
lum. MARY ANN.
BELoyED: Mr. b. was here |
this evening. lie only stayed II few hours,
and was full of cateleptic enthusiasm. He |
says am his bone ideal OF a spirituous We
he wept like watering cart 10 !
think That you seemed at times to cast u
glimmering eye upon him. Why is it, says
he, Mary Ann2 Says ], and loaned him
another handkerchief Oh Isaac,
how do love you two men. lie talked so
he said at does seem that in
this plenitudinary world We ought to tote
each others burdens so far Us to mollity the
ills we know not of, instead OF flying to
those we have What do you think OF it,
my darling popsy-wopsy? When
| think of you. hubby, ind my baby, feel
that would rather have you than ticket |
in the Louisville lottery Union forever.
MARY ANN.
You OLD PRECIOUS: and MS
sat to-day darning the dear old accustomed |
heel of your darling socks. Tears besticwed
mine eyes. Why, oh, why, says l, should
the threads OF destiny so ruthlessly tear
asunder from me my devoted |. X, who |
wears such white and holy sole?
have been reading poetry to day, and have !
found intinitissima nj comfort.
How doth the little busy d.
Improve each shining hour
MIR. u. was here again this evening AMI
rocked little Isaac to sleep. He talked so
again. He said that my prach-
ing was like the rising sunshine which
'treaks the brow Of Sarah Nevada In the
The landlord was here again 10.
lay, but yet When sit in the hall and draw
Inspiration from gazing upon the rack
where you So oft have hung yonr weary hat,
feel that sublimary cares are hut soda.
lroth compared with the day
when
Once ngain I'll see my Peck,
And throw my arms around his neck.
And whisper gently in his car,
oh. ain't jolly glad you're here