Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1878-07-03
OTTUMWA, IOWA, JULY 3, 1878.

around like a humble bee under q
glass tumbler. My eyes stood open
like cellar doors in country town
and l lifted up my ears to catch the
silvery accents Of your voice. My
tongue refused to wag, and in silen
admiration 1 drank in the sweet in
fection Of love as a thirsty man swal
loweth hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your face fell up.
on my life, l sometimes feel as is
could lift myself up by my bootstrapl
as high as the church steeple, and
pull the bell rope for singing school
Day and night you are ever in my
thoughts.
When Aurora, blushing like a
bride, arises from her saffron CO lored
couch when the mocking bird pipes
his tunefnl lay in the apple tree by
the spring. .house; when the chanti.
cleer's shrill clarion heralds the com.
ing mOrns when the awakening pig
arises from his bed and grunteth and
goeth forbis morning refreshments
when thy drowsy beetle wheels to
droning fight at sultry noontide and
when the lowing herds come home al
milking-time, think ofthee and like
q piece OF gum-elastic, 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 skewercd 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 l see legions of little
Cupids bathing, like a cohort of ants
in an old army cracker. When they
first hit upon my manly breast, it
penetrated my whole anatomy like a
load of bird-shot through a rotten
apple. Your nose is from a 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 unfledged
kisses are there ready to fly out and
light somewhere like buzzard's out
of q parents nest. Your laugh rings
in my ears like the bleat of stray
lamb on bleak hillside. The dim
pies on your cheeks are like bowers
in bed Of roses. or hollows in cakes
of homemade sugar.
l 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
l am as melancholy as sick rat.
Sometimes l can hear the June bugs
of dependency buzzing in my ears,
and feel the cold lizards of despair
crawling down my back. Uncouth
fears like thousand minnows nib
BILE at my spirits, and my soul is
pierced with doubts like an old cheese
is bored with shippers.
My love for you is stronger than the
kick ola young COW, or the smell of
Coffey's patent butter, aud more un-
selfish than kitteLs first caterwauI.
As song-bird bankers for the light
of day, the cautious mouse for the
fresh bacon set in the trap, as a mean
pup bankers for new milk, go | long
for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pull
let, sweeter than Yankee doughnut
fried IN sorgum molasses, brighter
than the topknot plumage on the
head of a muscovy duck. You are
sweetened toddy altogether.
If these few remarks will enable
you to see the inside of my soul, and
me to win your affections. 1 shall be
happy as woodpecker 10 cherry
tree, or q hungry stage horse in a
green pasture. If you cannot rccip-
rOcate my thrilling passion. | will
pine away like poisoned bedbug,
and fall away from a hourishing vine
of life, an untimely branch and in
coming years, when the snado WIS
grow from the hills, and the philo-
sophical frog sings his cheerful eve
ming hymn, you, happy in anothcr's
love, can come to drop tear and
catch a cold upon the last resting
place of Yours afIectionately,
JEREMIAH SNODGRAss.
"Verdict for plaintiff and $500
damages.