Martinsburg weekly independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1873-1875, 1874-10-31
HAIRLESS LOVE LET sEl5,
The widow Myers's Breach of
Promise Suit--The Extravagance
OF Cours ship

The Widow Myers Of Onondago
N. X, sued her neighbor, Harris,
for breach of promise.H Harris
has been a frequent visitor for a.
bout two years and half at the
house Of the plaintiff widow
nearly 30 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 mar
~ her; but he (Harris), q few
months ago. suddenly discovered
that he loved another woman bet
ter, and verified this belief short
time since by marrying her.
Hence this action to recover dam
ages. The following tender epis-
tie sent by the loving swain, was
read in Court
Ny DEAR MRs. MI. Every time
/ think Of you my heart fops up
and down like a churndasher. Sem
sations Of unutterablo JOY caper
over it like young goats on q ste
BILE roof, and thrill through ii like
Spanish needles through pair o.
tow linen trowsers As o goslinR
swimmeth with delight through
a mud puddle, SO swim / in q sea
Of glory Visions Of ecstatic rap.
ture thicker than the hairs Of 3
blacking brush and brighter than
the hues of q humm beings PIN
ions, visit me in my slumbers, and
borne on their invisible wings
your image stands before me, and
/ reach out to grasp it like q point
Ell swapping at a blue-bottle fly
When / first beheld your angelic
projections was bewildered, and
my brain whirled around like q
humble bee undera t,lmbler. Ny
eyes stood open like cellar doors
in country town, and lifted up
my ears to catch the silvery ac-
cents Of your voice. My tongue
refused to wag,and in silent adorar
ton / drank in the sweet infection
of love as thirsty man swallows
tumbler of hot whisky punch.
Since the light of hour face fell
upon my life, I sometimes feel as
if could lift myself up by my
boot straps to the top of church
steeple, and pull the bell rope for
singing school. Day and night
you arc in my thoughts. When
Aurora, blushing like a bride, rises
from her saffron-colored couch
when the jay bird pipes histuneful
lay in the apple trees by the spring
house when the chanticleer'g
shrill clarion heralds the coming
morn when the awakening pig
arises from his bed and grunteth.
and goeth for his morning refresh
ments when the drowsy beetle
wheels to droning fight at sultry
noon-tide and when the lowing
herds come at milking-time I
think of thee and, like piece Of
gum elastic, my heart seeing
stretched clear across my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of my
sorrel horse powdered with gold
and the brass pins slkewered
through your waterfall fill me with
unbounded awe. Your forehead
is smoother than the elbow Of an
old coat. Your eyes are glorious
to behold. In their liquid depths
I see the legions Of little cupids
bathing, like cohort of ants in an
old army cracker When theirfr
hit me upon my manly breast it
penetrated'upon my whole anatomy
as load of bird shot through q
rotten apple. Your nose is from
a chunck Of parian marble, and
your mouth is puclered with
sweetness. Nectar fingers on
your lips, like honey on q bears
paw, and myraids of unhedged
kisses are there, ready to fly out
and light somewhere, like blue
birds out of their parents nests.
Your laugh rings in my ears like
the wind-harp's strain. or the bleat
Of stray lamb on a bleak hillside
The dimples on your cheeks are
like bowers in beds Of roses, or
hollows in cakes of homemade
sugar.
You are fairer than q speckled
pullet, sweeter than q Yankee
doughnut fried in sorghum mo-
lasses, brighter than q topknot