Virginia free press. (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1832-1916, 1881-07-09
3 MoDEL rorr LErTER.

DEAR ELLA; Every time think OF you
my heart lops up and down like 4 chui.
dasher: sensations Of unutterable ioy cal0i
over II, likeyouug goats over stable no
and thrill through u like Spanish need
through pair OF tow linen trowscrs; rs e
costing in a mud-puddlc, so swi
in a sea OF. glory. Visions Of e,stai
rapture. thicker .han she hairs OF biE'
ingbrush, and bsightes than the hues Of
humming birds pinions, visit ne in na
slumbers, and borne on then invisible wing
vour image stands before me, and ! reaca
on. to grasp il like a,ponter swapping ri
bluobottie iy. When | first beheld you
angelic pe.fecti0as, ! was bcWiidcred. an
my brain whirled arocnd Ike bumble-bc
under glass tumber, my eyes stood open
like cellar doors IN a country town, an9
lifted up my-ears 10 catch the silyeTy accen
of your voice. Ny tongue refused 20 wae
and in silent adoEti0n | drank in the swe.
infection 81 love as thirsty man swallow
eth hot whiekey punch. Since The liVii
of your face fall upon my life. ! sometime
feel as Il, I could LIT myself up by my su
pendors g The top OF the church stecpit
and pull the bell rope for Sunday sckQoI
Day and night You are iG nay thoEghts
when Aurora blushing like q bride. ire
from her saflron-colored clouds when ths
iay-bird pines his tuneful lay in the apyis
trees bv The spring house; when the Chan
tcleer's shrill clarion heralds the coming
morn; when the awakening pig arise,h
from his bed, and gFunteih and goelh forth
for h:s refreshments; when Che drowsy bee
tic wheels is droning flight az saltry noon
tide: aud when the lowing herd comes HON
at milking time. think of thee-and, Tx,
piece OF gum-elastic, my heart seems
stretched clear across my bosom. loW
hair is like the name OF my sorrel horse
powdered with gold, and the brass pins
skcwcrci through yonr water fall fiji m.
with unu,tesablc ave. Your forehead Is
smoother than the elbow Of IN old ccsf
Your eyes are glorious 20 contemplate; ia
their liquid depths | behold lcgions OF little
cupid Mihing Ike cohort OF ants in goa
old army cracker. When thy head lay
pressed against my manly breast, the fire of
your eyes ponetratos my whole anatomy, ar
a load : II bird-shot goes through an Old 10,
ten apple. Your nose is rs perfect rs
carved from n chunk Of Parian marble. auo
your mouth is puckorcd with swceinc.
Nectar fingers on your lips like honey on
bears paw, and nyrads OF unhedged kss,
are there, ready to fy ont and light some
where, like biUcbiris out OF their parent
nest. Nouf laugh rings IN my car like O.
music Of harpsIings, or the hlcatof "a sirs
lamb on q bleak hillside; the dinplos
your checks are like bowers in buds OF rosc
or the hollow I'm cakes Of homemade sugar.
| am dying to ily TO thy presence, and porr
ont the burning cioquence of my love, ..
thrifty housewives pour oit hot coffee. 4
way from yoI ! am rs mclincholy as a sick
rat EomCtircs / can heal the June'bu,H
of dlspondency huzzing IN my ears, and y
feel tie cold lizard Of DESPAIR crawlm
down my back. Cncouth fears, ike thou
sand mianoWs nibblc at my spirits, and my
soul is pierced with doubts like an Oh
cheese bored with slippers. Ny love for
you is stronger tlan the smell Of patent
butter. or the kick Of Young COW. ard
more selfish than kittens first catawanl
As \ song bird bankers Coz the lieht Of the
day; the cautious mouse after piece of
bacon IN the trap. as q wcaucd pup longs
for new milk, $50 lohg for thee. You are
iairer than a spccklcd pullct, or Yankee
doughnut fried in sorghum molasses; bright
er than the top-Snot plumage on the head
of 4 Aluscoyy duck. You are candy, kisses.
raisins, pound-cake, and swcctcncd toddy
altogether. And il these few lines will en-
able YOU 10 see the inside Of nay soul aud
assist me in winning your affections, ! shall
be as happy as 4 woodpccker ON cherry
tree, or a stage horse in green pasturc.
II YOU cann0, reeiprocatc my soGl-n4ster-
ing passion, / viii pine away like poison
ed bcdbug, and fall away from the flourish
ing vine Of life IN r'nfimey branch. And
in the coming years, when the shadows grow
from the hills, and the philosophical frog
sings his cheerful evening hymns, yo1, hap
py in another's love, can come and shed
tear, and catch a cold upon the last resting
place Of yours, truly. II. S. BABEL