Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1885-04-16
"A Model Love Letter.

| MY DEAR MISS M: Every time
/ think OF you, my heart fops up and
down like churn dasher. Sensations
ofexquisite joy caper overit like young
goats on stable roof, and thrill
through like Spanish needlssthrough
pair Of tow linen trowssrs. As
gosiug swimmeth with delight in
mud puddle, so swim I ia q sea Of
glory. Visions Of scstatic rapture
thicker than the hairs Of q blaoking-
brush, and brighter than the hines Of
d hunmin4- birds pinions, visit me in
my slumbers, and borne on their in
visible wings, your image stands IS.
fore me, and | reach Cut TO grasp IL
like pointer swapping at blue.bot-
tie fly.
When I first behold yonr angelic
perfections, I was bewildered, and nv
brain whirled around like a humble.
bee under glass tumbler. Ny eyes
stood open like cellar doors in a coun-
try town, and lifted up my ears TO
catch the silvery accents OF your voice.
My tongue refused to wag and in
silent alteration / drank Ia the sweet
infections Of love as thirsty man
swalloweth tumbler Of lemonade.
Sincethe light Of your face fell upon
my life, sometimes feel as il 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 nv
thoughts. When Aurora, blushinR
like bride, rises from her saffron
colored couch; when the jay.bird
pipes his tuneful lay in the apple tree
by the spring house when the chan
ticeer's shrill clarion heralds the
coming morn when the waking pig
ariseth from his bed and Rruntheth,
and goeth for his mornings refresh.
ments when The drowsy beetle wheels
his droning flight at sultry noontide;
and when the lowing herds come 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 mspSfal: and
rel horse poYaes&Sred through your
Mfsf1all lillme with unbounded awe.
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 eupids
bathing, like a cohort Of ants In an
old army cracker. When their fire
hit rue upon my manly breast, II PEN
etrated my whole anatomy. as load
Of bird-shot through a rotten apple.
Your nose is from a chunk Of Parian
marble, and your mouth is pnckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers on
your lips, like honey on bears paw
and myriads Of unaedged kisses are
there, ready to fly out and light some.
where, like bluebirds out Of their par.
ents' nest, or the bleat OF q stray lamb
on bleak hillside. The dimples on
your cheeks are like bowers on beds
Of roses, or hollows in cakes Of home.
made sugar.
! am dying to fly to thy presence,
and pour out the burning eloquencs
Of my love, as a thrifty housekeeper
pours out hot coffee. Away from you
| am melancholy as q sick rat.
Sometimes can hear the June bugs
Of dependency buzzing in my ears,
and | feel the cold lizard Of despair
crawling down my back. Unconth
fears, like a thousand minnows, nib
BILE at my spirits; and my soul Is
pierced with doubts, 90 an old cheese
Is bored with shippers.
My love for You is stronger than
the smell Of Cofey's patent butter. or
the kick Of young COW, and more
unselfsh than kittens first cater
waul. AS a song-bird bankers for the
light Of day, the cautious mouss for
fresh bacon in the trap, az o mean pnp
bankers after new milk, so long for
thee.
You are fairef than speckled pull
let, sweeter than Yankee doughnut
fried in sorghum molassss, brighter
than top.knot plumage on mus
covey duck. You are candy, kisses,
raisins, pound cake and sweetened
toddy all together.
II these remark will enable you TO
see the inside Of my soul, and me to
win your affections, l shall be az hap
py as a woodpecker on a cherry tree,
or stage horse in green pasture.
If You cannot reciprocate my thrilling
passion, | will pine away like poi
soned bedbug, and fall away from
hourishing vine Of life, an untimely
branch and in the coming years
when the shadows grow from the hills.
and the philosophical frog sings his
cheerful evening hymns. you, happy
in another's love, can come and drop
a tear and--catch cold upon the last
resting place Of