Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1881-01-12
A MODEL LETTER.
The following letter is published by

request
MAPLE CORNERS, Dee, 2Stb, 1880.
My Dear Every time think OF
you, my heart hops up and down like
churn dasher Sensations Of unut-
terable Joy caper over it like young
goats on stable roof, and thrill
through it like spanish needles through
a pair Of tow linen trowsers. As a
goslin swimmeth with delight in a mud
puddle, so swimmeth | in q sea OF glory.
Visions OF ecstatic rapture thicker than
the hairs on backing brush, and
brighter than the hues Of o humming
birds pinions, visit me IN my cham.
bers and borne on their invisible
wings, your image stands before me,
and | reach out to graspit Ike pointer
swapping at blue bottle fly.
When I first bcheld your angelic
periections, was bcwidered and my
brain whirled around like bumble bee
under q glass tumbler. My eyes stood
open like cellar doors in a country
town, and | lifted up my ears TO catch
the sivery accents of your voice My
tongue refused to wag, and in silent
alteration | drank in the sweet influ.
ences of love. Since the sight of your
face fell upon my life, ! sometimes feel
as If could lift myself up with my
boot-straps to the top Of the Presby-
terian steeplo and pull the bell.rope for
singing school.
Day and night you are in my
thoughts. When Aurora, blushing
like BRIDE, rises from her saffron.
couch when the jay bird pipes his
tuneful lay in the apple tree by the
spring house when the chandeliers
shrill clarion halls the coming morn
when the drowsy beetle wheels his
droning flight at sultry noontide, and
when the lowing cows come home at
milking time, think OF thee, and, like
a piece OF gum'elastlc, my heart
stretches clear across my bosom.
Your forehead is smoother than the
elbow Of an old coat your eyes are
glorious TO behold in their liquid
depths. / see legions of little cupids
battling like a cohort of ants in an old
army cracker, and when their fire hit
me on my manly breast, it penetrated
my whole anatomy like load OF bird
shot would 90 through u rotten apple.
Your nose is from a chunk OF Parian
marble, and your mouth puckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers on
your lips like honey on bears paw,
and myriads of unhedged kisses are
there ready to fly out and light some
where like bluebirds out Of parent
nest Your laugh rings in my ears
like the wind.barp strains or the bleat
Of q stray lamb on a bleak hillside.
The timple in your cheeks are like
bowers in bed OF roses or hollows in
cakes Of homemade sugar.
[ am diving to fly to your presence
and pour ont the burning eloquence ofI
my love as thrifty housewife pours
out hot coffee. Away from you | am
as melancholy as sick rat. Some.
times | can hear the June bugs Of de.
spondency buzzing in my ears, and feel
the cold lizards of despair crawling
down my back. Uncouth fears, like a
thousand minnows, nibble at my spirit,
and my soul is pierced through with
doubt as an old cheese is bored with |
shippers. My love for you is stronger
than the smell of Coffy's patent butter,
or the kick of a young cow, and as I'M.
dying as a kittens first caterwaul. |
AS a song.bird bankers for the light of
day, the cautious mouse for the first /