The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-10-25
A modern Lovc-Letter.
louisville Society Journal.l

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are in love, and whose cases are unde-
cided in the ehanoery of Cupid, We re-
commend the following letter. 1t
breathes devotion that Is too hard to
resist. There is a note of irrePressible
JOY in it like the strains Of the Peri,
when the crystal bars of Eden moved
to admit her into paradise. At the
same time there is wall Of melan-
choly like the bawl of a lonesome hound.
mourning for his lost beet bone. We
hops the heart Of the ardent maiden to
whom it was addressed may dissolve,
like butter in hot skillet, before the
warm fire Of its affection.
MYDEAR Miss M: Every time
| think of you my heart fops up and
down like churn-dasher. Sensations
of exquisite joy caper over it like young
goats upon a stable roof, and thrill
through it like Spanish-needles through
a pair of tOw-linen trowers. As q Cos
ling swimmeth with delight in a mud
puddle, so swim in sea of glory.
Visions ofexstatic rapture thicker than
the hairs ola backing brush and bright
err than the hues of humming birds
pinions, visit me in my slumbers, and,
borne on their invisible wings, your
image stands before me, and / reach
out to grasp it like pointer swapping
at blue-bottle fly.
When / first beheld your angelic
perfechOns, was bewildered, and my
; brain whirled round like a bumble-bee
under a glass tumbler. My eyes stood
open like cellar doors in a country
town, and l lifted up my ears to catch
the silvery accents of your voice.
NY tongue refused to wag, and in ST.
lent alteration | drank in sweet infect
ions oflOve as thirsty man swalloweth
a tumbler of hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your face fell up
ON my life, | sometimes feel as if 1
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
thong hts. When aurora, blushing like
a bride, rises from her saffron-colOred
couch; when the jay-bird pipes his
tunely lay in the apple tree by the
spring house; when the chandeliers
: shrill CLARION heralds the coming morn;
r when the awaking pig ariseth from his
bed and grunteth, and gOeth for his
morning refreshments; when the drow-
sy beetle, wheels to dOning fight at
suItry nOontide; and when the lowing
herd comes home at milking 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 a sor-
rel horse powdered with gold; and
the brass pins shrOwded through your
waterfall fills me with unbounded awe.
Your forehead is as smooth as the elbow
of an old coat. your eyes are glorious
to behold. In the liquid depth l see
legions of little Cupids bathing like a
) cohort of ants in an old army cracker.
When their fire hit me upon my manly
breast, it penetrates my whole anat.
omy, as load of bird shot through q
rottOn apple. Your nose is from q
chunk of Parian marble, and your
mouth is puckered with sweetness.
Nectar fingers on your lips, like honey
on a bears paw; and myriads Of UNI
fledged kisses are read i to fly out and
light somewhere, like blue birds out of
their parents nest. Your laugh rings
in my ear like the windharp's strains
or the bleat of lamb on bleak hill
side. The dimples on your checks are
like bowers on beds OfrOses, hOllOws in
cakes Of homemade sugar.
l am dying to fly to thy presence,
and pour out the burning eloquenee OF
nv love, as thrifty hOusekeeper pOurs
out hot coffee. Away from you am
as melancholy as sick rat.
Some times l can hear June-bugs OF
dependency buzzing in my ears, and
feel the cold lizards of despair crawling
down my back. UncOuth fears, like
} thousand minnows, nibbling at my
spirit; and my soul is pierced with
doubts, as an old cheese is bored with
shippers.
NV love for you is stronger than the
smell of Coffey's patent butter, or the
| kick of young COW, and more unself
ish than a kittens first caterwaul.
As sOng-bird bankers for the light of
day, the cautious mouse for the fresh
bacon in the trap, as mean pup hank.
ers after new milk, so l long for thee.
2 You are fairer than speckled pull
let, sweeter than n Yankee dOughnut
) fried in sorghum molasses, brighter
than topknOt plumage on a muscovy
duck. You are candy, kisses. raisins,
pound-cake and sweetened teddy alto
, gether.
If these remarks will enable you tC
see the inside of my soul, and me tC
5 win your affections, l shall be as happy
S as a woodpecker on cherry tree. or a
; stage horse in green pasture. If you
r cannot reciprocate my thrilling pas
e sions, | will pine away like poisoned
s bed-bug, and fall from a fourishing
5 vine of life, an untimely branch; and
C in coming years when the shadow,
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