Mexico weekly ledger., 1879-10-23

The following letter was found be-
tween Mexico and "Honey Hip
near Louisiana, and is worthy the
perusai of any one who feels like sor-
ghum was running down his back:
DEAR BELOVED -Everytime I think
of You my heart iops up and down
Ikea churn dasher. Sensations of I'M
utterable joy caper over it like young
goats on a stable roof, and thrill
through it fkeSpanish thistles through
my old tow-lined breeches. Since the
light OF your countenance fell upon
my face, l sometimes feel like I could
lift myself by my boot-straps~ to the
top of the steeple and pull the bell
rope for singing school. Day and
night you are in my thoughts. When
the aurora, blushing like a bride, rises
from her couch, when the jay bird
pipes his tuneful lay in the apple tree.
by the spring house, when the awak-
ening pig rises from his bed and
grunteth and goeth forth for his morn
ing refreshments, when the lowing
herd comes home at milk time, /
think of thee, and like a piece of
gum elastic india rubber, my heart
seems to stretch clear across my heav-
ing bosom. As a goslin swimmeth with
delight in a country mud hole, so
am 1 swimming in a sea of glory.
Visions ofecstatic rapture thicker than
the hair in a backing brush and
lighter than hues of a humming birds
pinions, visit me in my slumbers land
on invisible wings your image stands
before me and 1 reach to grasp it
like a pointer swapping at a blue bot
tie fly. When / first beheld your an
gelIc PROJECTIONS I was bewildered,
and my brain whirled around like a
humble bee under q glass tumbler,
my eyes stood open like the post-of-
flee doors, and as 1 caught the sill
very accents of your winning voice
my tongue refused to wag, and in ST.
lent admiration 1 drank in the sweet
reflection of love as a man swallows
a draught from the flowing bowl.
Your hair waveth as the curling
smoke from a pensive engine, and the
rubber pins askewed in your waterfall
filed me with unbounded awe. Your
forehead is smoother than the elbows
of my old coat, and your eyes most
glorious 10 behold. In their liquid
depths 1 see legions of little cupids
bathing like ants IN old crackers.
When their fire struck my breast it
penetrated my whole anatomy as a
load of bird-shot doth q rotten apple.
| Your nose is from a chunk ofParisian
marble, and your mouth is puckered
up with sweetness. Nectar fingers
on your lips as honey ON a bears paw.
Myriads Of unfedged kisses are there
ready to fly out somewhere like blue
birds out of their nests. The dimples
of your cheeks are like flowers in
beds of roses, or hollows in u lump of
homemade sugar. I am dying TO fly
to their presence and pour out the
eloquence of my love. Away from
you I am lonely as a sick rat. Some
times l can hear the June bugs Of
dependency buzzing in my ears, and
feel hazards of despair crawling
through my trembling composition !.
Uncouth fears, like thousands OF min
nows nibble at my spirit, and my
soul is with doubt like an old cheese
bored with shippers. My love for
you is stronger than an air-break on
the C. & A. R'y, the smell of butter,
or the kick of a mule, and more un-
selfish than a kittened catterwaulen.
AS a song bird bankers for the light
of day, the cautious mouse for fresh
bacon in the trap, as a lean pup
bankers for new milk, I long for thee.
You are fairer than a speckled pullet,
sweeter than a Yankee doughnut fried
in sorghum molasses, brighter than
the topmost plumage Of a muscovy
duck. You are candy kisses, r~aisens,
pound cake and sweetened toddy to-
gether. If these few remarks will en-
able you to see the inside Of my heart,
and me- to win your affections, l shall
be as happy as wood-pecker on q
cherry tree, or 9 stage horse in q
green pasture. If you can not recip-
rocate my thrilling passion, / will
pine away like a pisened bed bug,
fall from the tiourishing vine of life
an untimeiy branch and in the COM
ing year, when the shadows grow
from the trees-when the phylosophi-
cal frog sings croaking hymns
you, happy in another's love, car
come and drop a tear, and catch cold
ON the last resting place of your af.
fectionate WILL +. T.
Leslie Ferris puts up stoves ali